I am waiting for the storms to roll in. It’s been calm all day. Still. Silent.
The grass is holding the day’s humidity, still damp as I walk across it. It cools my tired feet for a minute.
Every once in a while the wind whistles through the forest trees, roaring gently, whispering to the woods.
Crickets chirping, birds singing;
Waiting for the evening storm to come.
Soon the Northern Forest will be sprinkled with raindrops,
Glimmering in the crescent moonlight,
as the storm clouds dissolve into the starry night.