It’s a lot like a storm. You can sense it before you feel the water spray, but you know its coming. You feel it in your bones, but this starts in your gut. Not butterflies necessarily. They feel more like bees. Then you feel it in your chest. It’s tight and it feels like it should be hard to breath, but you’re not gasping for breath. Your eyes dart back and forth scanning the horizon. You get ready to take shelter, but you aren’t even sure if anything is coming. Speculating with your hackles raised, you’re getting ready to build it 300 Cubits by 50 Cubits. And in your mind your swinging your hammer and building it out of nothing.
But what the hell are you going to do with an ark when it only turned out to be a drizzle.