I think I made Mother Nature mad. I had finished my little haiku, beckoning Spring in 17 syllables, scheduled the post to publish the next morning, and started to wind down for the evening.
I knew it'd be a rough one before I went to bed. My weather app kindly informed me that severe weather would be visiting Chicago in the wee hours of the morning.
I should also tell you that I'm a terrible sleeper.
At 1:30am, when the wind began to howl and the thunder began to rumble right on time, I woke up. I stayed awake as the storm approached. The wind was furious, as the new month continued to March in like a lion. The sky continued to illuminate as the front of the storm passed over. I tossed. I turned. I checked my phone to see of the severe thunderstorm warning had changed to a tornado warning. It hadn't. I relaxed a little.
The light and sound (was this a storm or a Metallica concert?) abated just minutes later. But I, the terrible sleeper that I am, continued to toss and turn. I wondered if there was more to come. I wondered if today's lessons were going to go okay. I wondered how long the meeting with the new school architects would go. I wondered if I would fall asleep during dinner with my friend.
I needed my coffee intravenously. Next time I try to nudge the universe toward Spring, remind me that maybe Winter's not so bad after all.