The meteorologists all over the state interrupting your favorite evening show with breaking news, announcing there's a storming coming near and you need to take cover. Forewarning movements are harken unto the atmospheres. Everything inside you said this is no ordinary cloud. Something compels you step outside. You are a witness: The wind shifts with a sounds of cymbals clashing rudely. You watch the dirt from the ground kick up toward the sky dancing in a stand still position. Your eyes give sight to a miraculous gesture. You ponder, "Why is this wind not moving, moving forward?" Suddenly your ears hears a stillness. The time obey the call to stop. The sky includes colors of lavender and blue. Drums of thunder becomes a bow as the lightening arrow the skies. A fresh scent blows from the east to the west. Illuminated stars are reveal as trumpets on fire from the mouths of GOD'S angels. 10,000 of them take charge of the path which is made for you. Birds and all that creeps are to sing no songs. You loosen your heart because THE STORM knows your name.
THE GREAT WIND of life stirs your way and you ask IT what do you want? The WIND whispers, "You!"
-Enrika Smith