More than the air, still and stagnant, more than cloudless skies and blue, blue water, Silence uttered the warning, a foreboding to beware. Rolling hills met the ocean without a care, yet not a creature moved. No field mice scurrying here and there. Cats hid and dogs cowered beneath abandoned porches. Livestock disappeared behind tall grasses, clustered tightly together. No children laughing on the lonesome beach. Branches were bare, no birds singing cheerful tunes. Even flags hoisted high above fell flat across old wooden poles. The calm before the storm, this creature gathered energy like a general preparing for battle. Surrender, for us, a forgone conclusion. It was coming.
Prepare, prepare now
Too late when storm clouds gather
Best heed the warning