King Neptune

Colliding storm fronts have had the sky looking more like an angry ocean over the past two days.

I feel like a shellfish looking up at the surface of a sea churned by the anger of King Neptune.

Towering waves of gray and black clouds rush overhead, blocking out the sun, and spraying the ground beneath with thousands of gallons of water.

In what seems little more than a hearbeat, the angry waves settle into gently rolling swells of blue and white. The sun shines again and birds dare to chirp.

But by the time steam begins to rise from roads and sidewalks, another tempest comes roaring in. Again the sun is hidden and again creatures race for protection from the flashing stabs of King Neptune's trident.