Storm

A cool soft breeze plays through my hair like a lovers fingers. My back catches a chill as it pushes past me. Forward bending grass gives away its direction and welcomes me to follow, bowing to its friend the wind.
My eyes look easily upon the sky, as dark moving clouds block the sun. It seems the whole world has slowed but I know this scene plays only for me.
My ears grow cold as the earths heat leaves and my cheek receives the gentle cold tapping of the rain. The last call for all of the dry beings is sounded as the thunder announces its play.