in the clouds

there's a storm overhead
it must've rolled in during the night, quietly while most were asleep.

but she was up, by the window, watching as the clouds creeped in

it was a shade of grey that was old and familiar.

first came rain

then snow

and hail

a gentle crackle of pitter patters against the glass

coming down

then to the side

short bursts of light moved gently through the dark sky

thundering in whispers and glimmering quickly against the walls.

the night seemed to get longer against the shadows nearby

but the company was no different than the hours lost before

for now, she's somewhere in the clouds.