The clouds huddle jointly ominously, all their dark curves mocking the landscape. The horizon is usually threatening and angry, the clouds flow in with the roaring thunder producing destruction. A flock of birds spread rapidly as a bolt of lightning brightens the depressing sky. The once glowing land is actually a dark haze.
The chaotic wind hurtles towards me, tearing throughout the building that once safeguarded me. Anything standing in its way is wrecked. Wind charges through the leaves of the swaying trees and shrubs, forcing the leaves mild bodies to collide together with the solid earth, fracturing all their transparent epidermis. The to whip winds wrench the very beginnings of the long-lasting trees, transferring them to all their frail knees. The hidden body of the wind more than powers and deafens me personally with its shrieking ferocity. The dust spirals around me, choking me with its dry skin.
The songs with the wind chimes have progressed to horrific screams intended for help. The birds of the sky don't have any say in their direction, the wind is now the commander with their route. The scared confronts of the beings fade deep among the undulating forests leaving nothing lurking behind but the peaceful wind.
The ear splitting flourishing of the thunder sends nasty shivers down my spine. Its irritated laugh echoes around me as the earth shudders beneath my simple feet. Thunder creates a power that not more than that can. One is powerless and helpless against its huge growl. The savage splendor of super is frightening leaving one particular breathless as it elucidates just about every arch with the vast blanket above. Each time a perilous super bolt strikes, the heavens is split in two. For a second the night is gone while the flickering light produces a new kind of beauty.
I stare as the light rain begins to fall. This falls noiselessly and almost quietly as it taps the dirty earth. Every single drop gets heavier while the ground under begins to drench. The rainwater falls more quickly now, the relentless cascade of normal water from the purplish bruised sky brings a photo of misery, woe, anguish. The atmosphere cries while...