Windy day

The trees buckle and bend to the winds will.
The shadows loom over me, murky and mysterious.
The clouds darken as they fill with water.
The wind whispers what it knows to the world.
The earth observes it all.

The rain drizzles mud-soaked earth.
The sky flickers in and out of view.
The trees flail around, throwing their woebegone limbs in all directions.
The wind drifts across the world.