A Storms a Brewing

There is a certain smell in the air, you know the smell. The Earth has been sitting around dormant waiting for the wind to take its dust into the atmosphere. The smell of that dust is a tell tale of a bad storm closing in. I have noticed that other types of storms have precursors to the main event too! There is a perfect storm on the horizon, one that will blow us all away. You can't smell this storm but your gut churns and your head gets fuzzy/dizzy knowing there is no escape. You can't outrun it, you can't hide in a basement, you can't stick you head in the sand, can't even pretend its not coming because it is. No way your gut can be wrong on this one, it hurts to bad. Our desires and wants have created a high pressure aloft and the winds of low pressure encircle us. These winds are held back by a facade of government intervention designed to fake the wind out. You can't fake out wind, it does not respond to wishes of hopeful thinking. The best thing to do is brace yourself and say your prayers, lots of prayers. Don't even try to act smarter then your pants on this one, just plain hunker down. It amuses me, all the people looking right at this thing and acting like its going to blow off to the north. Kind of reminds me of folks watching a tsunami coming in. Man isn't that something, honey get me the camera, hey kids you might want to build a dike for that sandcastle.