It’s a quiet night.
I look out the window and see only darkness.
The outdoor Christmas lights have been shut.
The stillness is eerie.
Not a sight of the storm yet.
No wind, no showers, just darkness and silence.
It seems like a calm night.
But my radar is up.
My sleep tonight will be on guard.
Awaiting the sudden surge to arrive.
A powerful storm arrives before Christmas.
Fingers crossed, Christmas won’t be lost.