The sky splits
like curdled milk;
one side spoiling
for a fight
the other trying
to keep the peace.
I see it all
from my stationary seat
at the desk by the window
facing out while staying in
best of both
in my opinion.
I imagine the smell
of approaching rain
I know it’s coming
just a matter of time
not that it bothers me
here facing out
while staying in.
I’m rattled
by boisterous gusts
ram-raiding the front
of the house
but not enough
to move me just yet.
I’ve got work to do.
~The H Word~
~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart 
Beautiful writing, loved the photo too.