Sunday September 6th, 2009

The exercise:

Today's starter shall be: hurricane.

Partly because it's crazy windy here at the moment. Partly because I was listening to this while writing mine.

Mine:

I lie on my back in the middle of the field, watching the clouds race each other across the sky. The rain hasn't started yet but you can feel it in the air, like a humid breath on the back of your neck.

The tall grass that surrounds me is a partial shield from the wind, the physical sensation at least. It's still as loud as ever though, howling like a beast in captivity.

Except this beast is wild and free, nothing can stop it. The trees are trying, I can hear them straining to remain rooted in place, but they will lose sooner or later. A loud crack to my left tells me another one has been defeated.

The first drop of rain shatters on my outstretched hand and I close my eyes and breathe deep. It won't be long now.