Tempest

Monotony waft of wind, sounds melodious to the ear. Cliffs are surrounded of vibrating air. On the mountain-sides wind is playing. Sunshine is reflected, beaming are rays, cliffs are surrounded - rocky sound. Creek below and pond is shining. Sunlight diverts from water's edges - bright. Amplitude of roar of wind is increased, heavy are clouds up above - falling down around is mist, space is enclosed and darkening. Squall is blustering cliffs. It shouts, roars, bewitch in velocity, leaps, flies up, mounts; sways the stones, rolls the stones. Now the bluster is dense and strong. It shrinks and bursts the space. Nothing lasts in sight here long. Climber gropes in dark place. Such a gallop from the ended night where is a fear of abyss proximity. Misty cliff without a light is appearing in that only vicinity.