The dim morning hangs outside, as if waiting.  The treetops subtly moving, signaling the rain that is on the way, but still far off.  The clouds above are tightly knit together, bracing. A mist in the distance covers the cluster of trees like a summer blanket. Anticipation is an interesting preoccupation. Worry anticipates.  Hope anticipates. Is a refreshing rain on the way to offer drink, and help the flowers and vegetation grow, or is a downpour coming that will usher in floods, postpone picnics, and lock play indoors?

Maybe all of the above, and perspective will determine the outcome.

What are you anticipating? What perspective does it represent?