Ruby’s Story – The Storm

She stood at the oak tree overlooking town. A storm was rolling in. Flashes of lighting could be seen in the distance. She watched the storm for  a few minutes. Marveling at the sun hitting her back, and the slowly approaching storm. It always fascinated her when the weather was split so noticeably.

She knew, by how slow the storm was approaching, she had a few more minutes to watch before she headed into town for shelter. She had work in ten minutes, and would have to get moving regardless of the storm.

She was thankful she had a few more minutes to observe the split wonder of nature. The sun still lingered behind her. The storm slowly, but determinedly, moving toward her. She hoped it was the type of storm that moved out the same way because there was something metaphoric about a storm moving out slowly with the sun lighting the sky behind it. Slowly, burning the storm away.

Slightly smiling, she walked to work. Knowing it would be a slow day. Most people would stay in because of the storm.