Yes, Another Interlude

So. Here, again, is another interlude between Parts Two and Three of Violet. As a matter of fact, I believe I will be discontinuing the Violet series. I misplaced the papers on which they had been written before this blog, and have many other things currently on my mind. So here I will leave it up to you to decide upon the fate of Violet, Gail, and their mutual acquaintances. Meanwhile, I will be posting more of my poetry, shorter stories, and general writings. I apologize to any of you who were hoping to read more about the adventures of Violet and Gail- they were fun to write, and maybe I will post more on them in the future. 
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The first sign was in the wind. It blew with unprecedented and sudden fierceness, casting away stray leaves and loose dirt to the side of its erratic path. The second sign was what followed. As if they had arisen out of the deepest, darkest natural pit, inky black clouds blotted out the previously clear sky and optimistic sunshine. The clouds were an enormous formidable chariot, the wind the legion of horses that pulled them across the sky.

Below, the small rodents and animals of the hills hid for cover in their individual holes and hideouts they called home. The plants steeled themselves for the onslaught of spear-like water droplets necessary for their survival. One lonely figure stood atop the tallest hill and waited for the clouds to break open. 

The sky continued to darken into a premature night. Thunder rolled. Lightning flashed in the near distance. Rabbits huddled in their families. The wind howled in curves around the green sea of hills. The long grasses bowed to the elements in a smooth rippling pattern.
When all the world was darkened, objects only visible with thin, weak, shafts of light that made it through the thick wall of clouds, there was a moment of peace and calm. The absence of the wind's howling made for an eerie silence, a dead tranquility.
And then it all shattered.
In unison, the thick veil above burst and pellets of water came down in furious waves. Within seconds, everything had become completely drenched. The hills quickly transformed into slippery mudslides, and all the excess water flowed down the sides into small creeks and rivers.
Lightning flashed brighter and closer, crackling an electric purple. Thunder clapped and echoed across the landscape.
Atop the tallest hill, the figure began to dance.