Storm

The air is thick with anticipation,
I try to breathe in but it swells in my throat,
I let the anticipation flood my body,
Forced to hold my breath
Black clouds gather ominously,
An excited, muffled murmur resonating from the heavy sky
The birds in the trees fall silent,
As the sunshine betrays them and slinks away
The hairs on my arms prickle and begin to stand on end,
As electrical tendrils caress my limbs
Every thing is silent...even the wind holds it's breath...