It can start as the sunniest day
Not a cloud for miles
The sky a shade of the brightest baby blue
But then everything shifts
You don't have to be outside
Or even glance out the window
You just know
It's instinct
Maybe it's something you're born with
Or after living in the area for so long
It's just natural
To Know
And then
You're rewarded
With that distant rumble of thunder
And when you do look to the sky
It's turned grey
And heavy
And soon enough
You can actually see
The curtain of rain
Heading your way
All you can do is wait
Prepare
Anything can happen at this point
As the wind picks up
And the rustle of leaves
And the windchimes go from
Tinkling together
To clanking against one another
The birds take shelter
And there's an eerie quiet
Until of course
Lightning illuminates the sky
And that distant rumble of thunder
Is a loud crack
Right above your house