I knew it was coming before it was even here. I could smell it in the air. The ground smelled moist and earthy, even the sidewalks and streets. The birds were silent, except for the ravens and crows, they sang their sad songs to fill the silence the other birds left behind when they took shelter. The wind was strong with and howling, flipping the leaves on every tree to show their back sides. Wavi...

“Boom”… there’s the sound of the storm… deeply singing its dark tunes… never letting go....

Moisture on the ground as I walk outside. I feel the sweat that is forming in the air. I touch the soil, it isn’t dry, but not wet. This is the time where fog starts to show. The smell makes me feel uneasy. I feel sweaty but a cool of breeze comes my direction. When I walk my feet in my shoes build up water. I reach out my hands, small pebbles of water fall. I feel the air slightly change as I wal...

Today is a special summer day. As I headed to my friend's house for a birthday celebration, countless sweatdrops dripped down my neck like the water flowing down a window on a rainy day. The scorching temperature suffocates me and the blazing sun burns my skin, adding more intensity to the relentless heat. After some time, I notice that everyone begins to walk more franticly—a worker transporting...

The distant wailing of wind whisks the wintry bristles of my skin. The low, sardonic growl of thunder reverberates in the bony cage ‘round my heart. As I hastily ride on, the path is at length obscured by a thick cloud of russet dust. Like a whimpering creature soothed by her mother’s gentle song, the nebulous dirt road is settled by a gentle rain, and familiar Old Oaks and wooden fences come into...

Frustrated

Depressed

Nothing goes my way

Swirling thoughts

anger won't melt

clustered faces stay

Alone

Fists raised

come what may

A storm kept inside

a battle in my mind

that won't end unless I pay...

There was an energy in the air, seeming to charge everything around us. Usually this only happened when a storm was on its way, at least that’s what the Elders had said. But they also mentioned something like “clouds”, which, by their description, were nowhere to be seen. The sun beat down, as it always does in this godforsaken place. One sunny day followed by another, for all of memory.

I had be...

The wind picked up, whipping the trees, blowing branches around haphazardly. Loud rumbles reverberated through my skull. Flashes of light captured my eyes, leaving me awestruck while cowering under my covers.

I was curled in a ball, listening to the loud raindrops thunking against the roof and window panes. They were heavy and fat, leaving large splotches across the class. I watched as the water ...

Clouds roil over the horizon, sweeping in with alarming speed. Suddenly, I notice the darkness - all the daylight seemed to have fled the oncoming storm as well. The air is tense, charged; the whole world seems to be holding its breath, waiting for the storm to break over us.

Small droplets begin to tumble to the earth, teasing what was coming. Within minutes, the clouds had opened in earnest, t...

The soft tap, tap, taps of the trees against my house now slammed with full force on the wood over and over again. The leaves flew in the air, spinning and dancing as if possessed. Over the howl of the wind, I heard soft plops landing on my roof. The plops turned from calming to aggressive, drowning the house in a splurge of rain. I slammed the windows shut as a blast of icy air found its way in. ...