Tuesday, February 1, 2011
The silvery, crescent moon hangs in the sky, perfectly perched among the sea of sparkling stars. The trees are whispering their song, swaying to Mother Nature's rhythm. An owl hoots, calling to her loved ones. There will be rain; I can smell it on the breeze as it gently ruffles my hair. Crickets Chirp. The wind picks up, stilling the creatures of the night. Clouds suddenly appear with thunder rumbling in the distance. Lightning crackles, its veins piercing the black sky. Drops of cold rain fall, making me shiver. I close my eyes and let the energy course through me.