There are storms every day these days. They come at night usually. Almost always at night. And it comes suddenly, with a gust of wind carrying dust, as if to cover everything that crosses its path with it. Trees, even large ones that are supposed to be strong, sway unsteadily from side to side as if losing control. Windows and doors begin doing a dangerous dance, opening and closing shut with a crash. The ones that have already been closed by the wise ones who anticipated the forthcoming storm and thought of securing themselves from it, are made more aware of the presence they tried to keep out, by the gentle but firm beating of the wind against the glass. The latter trembles and it's vibrations sound like they are saying "How long will you hide? I will keep coming for you, again and again. And some day I will get you."
It is unnerving to be caught in moments like this. This city has not seen storms of this nature at this time of year, and with such frequency in as long as the mind can remember. It is new. It is a sign of things changing. The world is changing.
It is unnerving. But it is not unpleasant.
It feels like an indication of some kind. A communication coming our way.
Perhaps the end of the human race is near.
