Storm In August

Tumultuous evening' sky gradually turns into intense, vague shadows; tuneless mockingbirds, waigtails and thrushes lament their lost view, tuberoses quickly dispersed by the frequent gusts, head South, turning towards the eye of the storm, not taking the path they once knew. How frightening and fierce is such a steady, gushy rain...although it is quite warm! How helpless I am, whirling in the currents of the furious wind! Hummingbirds fly away from the bending and crackling trees; huddled under the wide branches of a tall pine tree, I wait for the storm to end.