A snowstorm starts with cloudy skies. As the moon is obscured, we think: it won’t be so bad. I’ll believe it when I see it.
Then the snowflakes start to fall. A few at first, then faster, till the ground is covered. We shut off the lights, lock up the house, and head to bed. As it starts to pile up, we think: what if I’m snowed in? what if the roads aren’t plowed? what if we lose power?
After a while, we drift off to sleep. Anxiety clutches our dreams as we toss and turn. We think: I wonder how it’s going outside…
Then morning comes. With some apprehension we get out of bed and open the window curtains. The fresh snow is beautiful. There are maybe a few inches on the ground. The power is on. No trees fell. All is well. We think: I knew it wouldn’t amount to anything!