At first, the storm was just wind. No rain, or thunder. Just wind. Starting in slow gusts and then blowing faster and faster. Whipping across the world with no care for old tree limbs and patio umbrellas.

The power went out quickly, the old trees weren’t as strong as they used to be. The poor mammoth sunflower out back, the lone survivor of 11 who sprouted, stood no chance of survival.

Listen to the percussion section make a slow entrance as rain moves closer and closer. Thunder rumbles across the sky in the distance. It never stops, for minutes, it just whips across the sky, accounting for the miles of the storm’s power.