The wind shouted in my ears this morning as I rode my bike.
"I'm going to rip everything apart!" It cried.
The trees quivered with nervousness and the street lights blinked in astonishment.
The sky boomed and responded with its own light.
"I am sad!" The clouds whispered and then started to cry.
Everything grew darker, the wind was shouting again and the sky was booming.
The storm had arrived.