This is an excerpt from something I wrote for English. I just liked it and wanted to share!
When it storms, we are reminded of how little of nature we can actually control. When it storms, Mother Nature is scolding us for our arrogance, reminding us that none of these animals are ours. They are independent and uncontrollable. The land too has seen more than we could ever fathom. It knows the truth that our history books keep from us and our stories prevent us from finding.
The storm’s introduction is deliberately elaborate. It rolls in slowly over the land, nodding a warning to each leaf and animal. “This isn’t really for you, but don’t forget how strong I can be.”
The clouds are the first sign of the storm, the shadow under the door before a knock. They cast a uniform haze over the land as they gather their strength for the upcoming hours, formulating their thoughts and mapping out their battle plans. They announce Mother Nature’s intent before she rides in on lightning.