The meteorologists all over your state interrupting your favorite evening show with breaking news, announcing theres a storming coming near you and you need to take cover. Forewarning movements are harken unto the atmospheres. Everything inside you said this is no ordinary cloud. The wind shifts with a sounds of cymbals clashing rudely. You watch the dirt from the ground kick up toward the sky dancing in one area of your sight. You ponder, why it's not moving forward. Suddenly the cloud in stillness. Waiting on you to sing a song. You loose your heart because the cloud knows your name...
THE GREAT WIND of life stirs your way and ask you what do you want? You replied, "You!"
-Enrika Smith