The day was slow and solemn. I woke to the sound of rain ushered by a gust, carelessly shattering the raindrops on anything it pleased. Remorselessly it came and went and did as it pleased to rain and tree alike.
Tag: storm
Be they unprepared.
Upon the winds comes a message, not by echoes, calls or horns. A message in a language lost by those who themselves grow separate from nature itself.
Stormy days.
The wind started to pick up in the early afternoon. The sky was red at dawn, so I hastily finished all I had needed to in that day.
The Ederren 