The atmosphere prime for mayhem.
The sky pressed down like an anvil-dark and ominous. Violence raging high in the heavens above.
The air was still, as if the day was holding it’s breath in anticipation of what was to soon come.
Dead calm across the plains. A hot, humid, heavy feeling.
The building drumroll of thunder. A flash of jagged lightening ripped across the horizon.
Mother Earth reminding us of who is really in charge…