Bringing a Thunderstorm to Life

     She paused by a century-old, knotted oak tree on the outskirts of the field. The bright sun made her squint after being in the dark woods. The grass was slow-dancing to the quiet breeze. The clouds began to race toward her from the west. Soon, the sun was dimmed. Surges of light appeared in the distance, shortly followed by a crack of thunder. She heard the roar of the wind. The leaves on the tree whipped in protest. Now, the grass was nearly bent to the ground. She smelled wet grass as the first drops of rain hit her arm. Her skin quickly became wet from the rush of falling rain. Clap! clap! clap! went the thunder in ever-increasing rhythm. She caught glimpses of distant farms as lightening flashed successively. She raced back toward the tree-line in hopes of seeking protection from the clouds' outburst.