Anticipation

Stumbling on a rock, I fall to the ground as the world passes me by. The songs of the birds have been muffled as the whirling wind is picking up. My ears tickle from the rushing wind as it howls by me. The fields around me are dancing in a unison stream and my skin ripples with chilled flesh as the air cools. The clouds above are grimacing the look of impending doom as the wind hurls them about. They engulf the sun and swallow it whole as the sky darkens with a steal gray.

A storm is coming and I lay here watching.