Eyes perched to the not so distant hills, I feel your presence.
Quickly ,white thick clouds turn to dark grey menacing creatures.
I like the way you do that, the way you signal your approach.
Teasing, taunting sprays of your water lands gently on my miserable face.
Pushed by that enveloping breeze, I see you gather in fury.
I stand watching your movement, you are in no hurry to get here.
Yelhispressing 