early summer

The air crackles in anticipation of the coming storm. Birds fly frantically, leaves shake violently, the sun consents to be hidden, all in preparation of the beautiful, awesome event about to take place. The last vestiges of blue are erased, as the sky flashes with light, and a distant, yet ever-present booming is heard in the distance. The very atmosphere is suffused with potential. This is truly the most magical time of all. Anything could happen and still seem plausible, when taken away from sunlight's harsh realities.