a storm

The sky's rumbling, darkening

The breeze lifts and cools, dancing along my skin

The gods are rearranging furniture

The light flattens

The woods heavy and dark

Beckoning

For just a moment there's not a bird call to be heard

It's rolling above me

My body tenses, awakens

The tall grasses dancing and then completely still

The rumbles turn to crackles, sharper

And the rain begins