Yesterday the long awaited storm broke. The clouds started gathering almost as soon as I arrived home, and I sensed that something was brewing. I was feeling a little down following my visit to the job centre, and a little anxious about the weeks to come: weeks of trawling through jobsites, and filling out application form after application form for posts I didn't really want. I had gone to so much effort to avoid going through the complicated process of applying for jobseekers allowance, and rather hoped I'd be employed at this stage, four months and twenty application forms later!
That afternoon, I sat at my laptop for three hours, writing a supporting letter to accompany my CV, and then turning my attention to my novel. My window was open, but it was strangely quiet and calm outside. The silence was broken only by the occasional cry of a bird, and a light but telling breeze playing in the leaves.
The first rumble of thunder came at quarter past three, and was accompanied by the distant shrieks of children and the barking of a startled dog. After saving my work and closing down my laptop, I sat down on my bed, waiting with bated breath. My heart was pounding with joy, and I watched the darkening clouds with intensity. The next peal of thunder came about two minutes later, louder and followed by a swift flash of lightning. It was raining lightly, and a fresh aroma drifted through my open window. All the while I was thanking God that he had given me my storm!
The thunder and lightning part was brief, and passed over in about ten minutes, but still I sat by the window, with a blanket around my shoulders, listening to the rain which began to fall with renewed vigour. It turned to hail, and pounded the ground with greater velocity still. The downpour was so loud that I could no longer hear the distant thunder, but I didn't mind. As I watched the rain cease, I felt that the storm was God's way of telling me that everything was going to be okay.