Old Man Silas sat on his porch, watching the horizon. He didn’t need a barometer; he could feel the pressure in his knees. "She’s coming," he muttered to the cat, who was already huddled by the door.
On the porch, Silas watched the gutters overflow, the water cascading like mini-waterfalls. For twenty minutes, the world was nothing but noise and water. It was a violent, beautiful cleansing. The Aftermath
If you're looking for a different kind of 'stormy' story, check out this preview of Sarah MacLean's recent novel, where family drama and a literal storm island collide:
A solid grey curtain that erased the neighboring farm from view.
