Waiting for the storm

It's 9 p.m. in Cheshire and still no downpour.

The tropical storm raging up the coast hasn't hit yet here.

Took Brigit out a few minutes ago to a sprinkle.

I hope it comes and leaves before I do a graveside in Middletown tomorrow morning.

Waiting for a storm is worse than the storm itself, so it seems to me.

Waiting is always hard.

No one likes to wait.

We want to be in the middle of things.

But 'waiting' has become the standard these days.

Waiting for the election.

Waiting for the pandemic to be controlled.

Waiting for reforms to our system that will make black and brown people equal to white people.

Waiting for the storm.

Yet that is what we have to do right now--wait.