The clouds show me a story of what is to come. Marshmallow hills reach up through the atmosphere looking for release. Finding none, they turn grey and growl down from their throne.
Sweat beads on my exposed skin as the air becomes thick. There is charge all around me.
Leaves crackle through the dark and the trees bend into contorted shapes. Then a low rumble descends from the distance and a fresh drop hits my lip. My tongue reaches for more as the rush of rain falls heavy through my hair and down my body. Light flashes!
With haste, the wind rushes through, almost overpowering me. It cools my every angle as I am consumed by the storm.