Freewrite: The Calm

Oh I cherish that moment before the storm. I run to my truck, rolling my windows up in preparation for the ensuing downpour. I turn around and look up into the grey, rolling clouds. Dusk brings a haunting light to the horizon, the red tint brushing the leaves of the trees in front of my building.

The trees sway in response to the winds persistent warning. They tell me a storm is coming, branches panicking and waving in despair. Oh…but there must be at least one tree as excited as I. There must be one ready to sway to the beat of the raindrops. Be lulled to sleep as the drops collide with the leaves outside my window.


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