Storm

(It's just a descriptive piece I had to write for a school project and ended up liking...and, yes. Here it be.)

A cold, dominant wind stalked the ground. The air was still moist, revealing that a rainstorm had only just subsided. Dark clouds drifted across an omnious sky, threatening to bring the storm back. Nearby, a piercing wave crashed down on jagged rocks, erupting in a shrill scream. The wind whistled an eerie song of victory. Possesing the river to move rapidly through waves once again, it raced down, looking for a new victim. It was a tempest now, wildly roaring. The damp scent of the accompanying rain violated the air, and the wind carried on, reunited with its wet partner. Violently, it progressed, now against the current of the river, forcing it to change its course. It whispered, lustfully, taunting, bidding the water to itself. Defeated, the river obeyed. They rushed through the valley, united. Fighting and winning a one sided battle with any agriculture that stood in their way. The rainfall slowed to a drizzle, rebelling against the aggressiveness of the wind. As if questioning the slackening of the rain, the wind delayed. Without an answer, the rain dissipated, abandoning the wind, to eventually come to a near standstill. The river calmed, returning to its usual course of flow. Through the vicious, decreasing clouds, a pale sunbeam penetrated down on the roric earth, slowly scorching, draining it of it's moisture.