Storm Brew

Clouds roll in from the west, obfuscating the sun. The sky turns a purplish red, hazy and thick with humidity. There is a shimmer of light in the gray mass of sky, followed by a crack of thunder. Standing still, one can see the storm advancing, unrelenting, steady. And in a torrent of water, it is upon us. It is an orchestra of sounds and light, water and wind. Droplets fall so quickly that they form sheets of water on the ground. Lawns turn into muddy quagmires. Trees shake with ferocity. In the distance, a sliver of yellow is seen. The sun peeks through.