The Distant Storm

The clouds begin off on the horizon shaping, taking form images clutching at the season's evolution, darkening grays once pure white scatterings, slivers now full, blackening along the edge of a clouded windswept dream sky, restless winds stirring, an awakening within once hidden now in open view; wrangling leaves from every tree rattling the shingles on the rooftops vibrato threats of the impending storm; there's a cry, a waiing along the branches a howling that shivers in the shaking knocking entry at the windows and the doors; abrupt wild tossing in its twists and turns tumultuous spews of rain, lightning, thunder echoes prelude to the distant storm.