Black wall rushing near.
Hair standing, ozone scented.
Baptized by cleansing rain.
We see change coming on the horizon. The blues are bluer and the black blacker in relation to each other. We dread and hunker down.
The storm demands a reaction from our bodies. Fear or awe intertwined and confused. Hormones pump and muscles tremble ready for fight or flight.
The clean smell of washed earth afterwards. The ever-surprising rainbow. The feel of newness.
We all know people who thrill at the thought of a storm. They embrace the power and majesty: the illumination by lightning flash; the soul shaking roar and ebb of thunder; the predatory banshee wind; the heart-beat of blood warm rain on a metal roof; the embrace of life wild and pure. These are the people I want leading me through change; the ones sitting on the porch energized by God at work.
"No great leader in history has fought to prevent change." John C. Maxwell