Storm's Coming

I've just walked a friend home. I stand out on the street, dark and desolate with only a streetlamp for light, invisible forces swirling all around me. I can feel them in my chest, feel them in my heart, feel them in my soul. The black void above me flashes faint luminescence, once, then twice. The shapes of the clouds above turn threatening, but do not spill rain as expected. Silent lightning occurs countless times high above the dry windless street corner I sit upon. It would seem that powers beyond my perception are at war with each other. I know I'm not wrong. My mind runs rampant, my heart flutters faster than its regular steady blip. In this time of prayer, it would seem that more is on the line than I could ever know.