Angry clouds rolled in, illustrating dark shadows across the rushing grass of the vast dale. The flowers that had smiled at the sun only minutes earlier drooped and braced themselves for cold, wet showers. A great crash echoed above the tallest tree, standing with a boldness, as if accepting its fate.

The wind cut through the valley like a knife and the flourishing plants shivered with fear. This area had not experienced a storm so strong in years, only small sprinkles and drizzles every now and then.

The mountains puffed out their chests, knowing they could not be moved by a boisterous result of condensation. They laid their arms around the colorful vale, shielding the inhabitants therein from the worst. The tallest tree was surrounded by unwavering brothers and sisters, protecting it from a single, deadly strike.

The swirling cumulonimbus screamed in one last effort of destruction, then turned from the beautiful valley. The sun cast a warm, golden glow and the flowers looked up again.

Life finds a way.