In the dead of night, the stillness is romancing.

In every sound there is an order to it.

As if the wilderness even knows what is inevitable.

The winds blow in from the depth of the south.

Warm, moist droplets fill the air.

The rumble starts to move in closer.

Each strike of light is romancing the air.

The energy is felt for miles as the ground shakes.

It is the climatic scene of natures way of release.