The sky was angry. The grey clouds seemed to be boiling up there in their heaven. The wind was beginning to pick up in intensity and what had started out as a bright, sunny afternoon was rapidly changing into something entirely different. The bay was becoming inky and the water churned. The few birds I saw taking flight didn't get too far and didn't succeed in conveying the gracefulness of flight as they were thrown and pushed by the wind. I ran into the house and began to close windows and watched as the heavy rain began to pelt the glass and beat against the siding. This maybe was not going to be the storm of the century, but it most definitely looked to be developing into the storm of the season.

 

Stumble It!