Will the Storm Pass By?

Looking out of my window, I notice the sky had turned red behind the clouds. A fierce dawn that seems to want to announce a storm. I hear wind howling. Strangely, until I read the news and discover that the wind and rain and snow will batter much of the country, this area seems not to be affected.
The clouds melt into each other and the sky is orange and as yet, no rain although I can see wet pavements and grass left over from an earlier fall.
Considering a walk, I watch while the view from my window changes to a strange, grey blue and the silence continues. Just below the eaves of the house I see remaining colour, but now we have a sombre grey morning. The heavens have closed their curtains and there is no drama in the view at all now. The sky is one, plain colour, turning, maybe, even slightly blue.
I am waiting and watching and wondering. Will this storm pass by? I think so.
It is silent now, and the wind has ceased to blow.
Except, that hear it comes again. That same howl. The sky is whiter, lighter now and there is water in the wind.