The wind goes still and the air becomes dry and tense
The lively song of the woods cannot be heard anymore,
It has been replaced by a loud silence,
The kind of silence that feels like the world is holding its breath.
Dark clouds so black they’re blue weight heavy against the sky
Like lead bricks.
Everything is still and cold and dark.
That’s when the sky opens up like a great, roaring mouth and
Sheets of rain plummet to the earth.
The mouth roars like an angry god as the ground trembles beneath its Wrathful might.
Day looks as dark as night and the only light that can be seen for miles,
Is the plasmatic glow as lightning tears through the sky like a raging demon.