imminent changes

The sky is gaining color to the west, a light blue blanket dipped in a bucket, the water creeping up, slowly but surely turning it darker and thicker and heavier. There's a rumbling out there too, becoming more frequent as the darkness inches closer. 

I woke up at 5 a.m. to the same rumbling along with flashes of light and the thumping of my cannas against my bedroom window. The wind was wild, blowing leaves and debris all over the yard. It's been a while since I've actually seen the rain-- it swoops in over night, leaving behind the wet grass and puddles on the deck, but dispersing before the sun shines enough for me to see it fall. According to the weather channel (like I couldn't just look at the sky and listen to it to know this), in about an hour I will see it again.

I'm frustrated this morning. The rumbling outside is nothing compared to the rumbling inside me. It's Monday, which is bad enough, but I feel uneasy and restless today, and I can't put my finger on the cause. Something's off. Something's coming.