Rumbling reverberates in the distance, calling me to look outside. A dark spot on the horizon promises to quench the hot day. Gradually the birds stop singing while the trees turn into silhouettes.
Cool winds gush down from the expanse overhead. A torrent of river rapid clouds loom omnimous overhead- ebbing, flowing, rushing.
Backlit clouds swirl together in knots twisting and moving as a great living thing. With each breath it swoops in lower to engulf the area. Lighting flashes down with urgency leaving resinous thunder to rake the sky.
Pattering little raindrops start to sing, making way for a resounding encore.
