Dark blue(s)

Long before I could see it birds already told me there was another storm brewing. Somehow they feel before we see. In loud short exciting bursts of sound they let me know something is about to happen. From the window in my room I can see it approaching from afar. Dark blue, almost black the clouds that move in fast on winds that make the branches of the birch in my garden almost double over. Like my mood, dark and looming, it hangs over our house. The first drops hit the window with force. Soon I can’t see from the water pouring over the glass. They match the tears on my face. The storm subsides as fast as it came and now I hear a blackbird sing. His job as a messenger of doom is done. Joyously he announces the return of the sun. If only I could switch my moods as quickly.