The winds blow hard against the morning clouds, pushing them higher and higher.
The lightning flashes across the sky as the thunder roars down upon the lonely meadow.
The little birds tremble and rush for cover as the rain washes over them. The trees shake from side to side, throwing their leaves to the cold cold ground
Morning is here and the darkness has faded, no more shadows in the night hiding behind ever turn, at least no more for a while.
The wind blows hard, the wind blows hard