Floating

Tornado

The sky goes dark and shudders like a terrified child. The wind cuts the sky and the spirits of the lost sing their mournful threnodies amongst the clouds. It's an eerie half light, like the colors of hades palate, the sky turns bronze and tin... and from the heart of the town wails the banshees, calling all to hide beneath the earth... waiting for the wrath of the heavens to end...