The Storm

The buzzing bees stopped their calming noises as the cool crisp air started to ruffle the trees around me. Dark grey clouds started to overtake the beautiful blue sky. The gate that would soon hold my fate was squeaking in the wind as it blew open and closed. I ran faster to avoid the rain that would soon hit hard, I could hear the soft trickling of the rain to the tin roof in the distance. I knew it was too late to turn back. The wind picked up and the canopy around me started to move like it was running from something too. The birds stopped singing their lovely songs and started squawking in fear, flying away as fast as they could. The forest knew what was going to hit too.