The storm is
gathering. The air is thick, sodden with vapours as the heat draws the
energy from the things of earth's creation. Gathering momentum, the sky
grows deeper into depths of grey. Above the hills the mass of energy
moves, floats, projects — to here, the earth.
breeze the earth feels like inside a pressure cooker. The animals are
restless — mischievous — eating with an eye to the sky, absorbing as
much of the earth's salts as they can digest, to make up for the sweat
loss. The birds are busy — flitting from limb to limb in agile haste
while they gather and eat the prolific berries and insects. The ants
move in haste, busily carting boulders and foods to their nests.
The grey mass
spreads, opening like a giant, soft hand, — out, to caress the clearer
sky with deeper colours. The wind rises — higher, gently cool. The
earth and its creatures anticipate.