when dark clouds come into view and the wind picks up and horses begun to gallop you know it is time for mother nature to say something, wake you up and stir. as fast as you possibly can you run to the coop and convince forty feathery creatures that they must go to bed a few hours early. you toy with fate as clouds feel as if they are closing in on you when you pick up the hose to fill water buckets leaving two inches for the rain to top off for the next day, trying not to break from routine. once your done you grab all possible flying objects from the yard ie, chairs, wheel barrows and tuck them away. you close barn doors drop windows from there chains. then you hear nothing a complete silence, not one chirping bird or buzzing bee, no rooster complaining about bed time. a moment later you hear the horses gallop and the sound is eerily like thunder. you look at the clouds see sharp beams of light and hear the sky crack and then from deep within the forest you hear the rain and wind come up the hill a sound so intense, but you stay still, tempting fate once again...
minutes later it is all over and you walk back out, the rain and the light that still remains makes everything look like a dream and with it a cold air has come. you stare at your horse, he is like a black beast from one of your novels steam lifts from his being. as the night falls the stars that have been missing for days now light up the sky. the next morning you wake early not needing to turn the pillow to it's cooler side for everything is crisp so you lay there longer, awake yet asleep wrapped up in dreams and reality and suddenly the five hundred seeds you planted before the storm that where washed away don't make you sad, because nature she was telling you something and suddenly undertood, she was saying
everything in due time.
