Dull grey slowly fills the sky, swallowing the few rays from the sun, casting shadows below. The weary afternoon plods along tiredly, unimpressed as the blue sky above is consumed by every growing clouds. They stretch and swell, amassing together, until the last bit of light is choked off, and the mid afternoon aged into early night. Shadows spread a chill, and the wind carried it far and wide. Leaves, long since dried and fallen, skitter across pavement echoing the sounds of hurried children’s footsteps seeking shelter from the cold. The ashen sky rolled and shifted, it’s color growing ever darker, casting deeper shadows and drowning out what little daylight that tried to filter through.
Twisting, writhing, the massive veil of vapor suffocated the light, blackening the sky as it began it’s assault. Lightly pelleting the ground at first, droplets of water fall from above. A haze filled the air, and the drops grow larger. The patter turns to a steady drumming, soaking all it impacts. The brisk air turns frigid, leaves fidget and thrash between stiff breezes and falling rain. Trees sway their limbs, as if fighting off a swarm of biting flies, creaking and groaning softly.
A flash brakes the air, sudden and vibrant, and in an instant gone again. Following, slowly, a rumbling grows above, like a monstrous beast awakened unpleasantly. The low grumbling dies out, the steady rain drumming carries on around it. The clouds overhead shift with the winds that carry them aloft, and the water droplets ease their constant barrage to a gentle tapping. The high winds push and form the vapor mass, breaking it slightly, rays of light escape down to the earth.
The pleasantness is shut out quickly as the black mass closes again, and a brighter flash, a closer popping light, comes and goes like a phantom memory. A rumble grows to a roar overhead, sounds akin to mighty behemoths wrestling beyond the clouds cause panes of glass to shudder in their frames. Hard rain comes crashing down, mimicking the claws of frantic beasts upon roof tops, as the winds shriek and howl. Stoic forests shake, turning into undulating masses of branches, knocking together in an anguished melody.
The freezing shower sways with the thrashing winds, clawing at the sides of homes, scratching upon windows and shutters. Brilliant flashes illuminate the rainfall, followed quickly by ever growing growls and roars above. The titans within the clouds crash together and bellow in frustration, as sparks fly between the drenched earth and the gloom above. Gusts moan as they wind around trees, wail as they hit the walls of homes. They push against the structures, sending small shudders through the buildings, pounding upon them without mercy.
Bushes tremble and shiver, grasses lay to the ground, cowering away, the sky heaves with terrible sounds, bursting with terrifying flashes. A swell of air rolls between ground and sky, sending raindrops sideways, shaking dying branches loose, shrieking as a banshee invisible to the eyes. A cacophony of cracks, howls, rumbles and roars fills the air, the clouds above unload their haul of water in a final push to pummel all that lays below.
The violent winds reached ever higher, pushing the clouds apart and away. The waterfall from the sky abated, thunderous downpour relented to drumming, which relaxed itself into a patter. The blackened sky thins back to grey, orange light peeks in from the setting sun. Rumblings hush and fade as the monsters concealed from sight lay back to their slumber. The chaotic storm drifts on, it’s energy expended. As the faded light returns, birds emerge from hiding, singing tentative songs. Flitting upon gentler breezes, they move about, tension melting away, life returning to normal.