The clouds are moving in. Light clouds right now, but there is a chance of severe weather – winds, possible hail. A tornado would not be unheard of. The weather service says this should start about the time I am conducting a meeting that I would rather skip.
I might not be conducting. I may be looking out the window at the storm. The storm speaks to me; it speaks louder than this business meeting. It speaks louder than this white-walled room with its whiteboards and white screen.
If I could walk out into the storm, I would.
Words Like Me 