Storm Clouds And Loki

Racing The Weather

Loki swept her hand up to her mouth and gave her pointe finger a small wet lick, she raised her hand in the air above her head and slowly turned around anti-clockwise searching for which way the wind was coming. "South-east" Loki whispered clearly to herself. " Tonights gunna be a cold on, chilli sea breeze coming from the east and a cold south Australian wind obviously coming from the south" She said with confidence. Loki dropped her hand to her side. She looked up at the sky. Big dark fluffy rain clouds fill the blue curve of the earths surface leading to outer space. Loki thought quickly. Within a couple of seconds she was off with a flash, stumbling though the forest collecting long sticks, palm fronds, old frayed rope, large board leaves and thick dead grass. Loki carried all of the supplies back to a nice flat surface on the top of the range where the water would not flow down the mountain in a hell of a hurry washing her away. Loki used the dead grass as a bed to keep her off the ground. Long sticks used to  make a strong tepee shape over top of the thick grass mat. Loki stands the palm fronds up against the tepee for extra coverage and safety. She drags he leather saddle pack bag out of the weather and places it in the centre of he grass mat. Loki undoes the heavy stiff buckles and drags out a small tarp. Loki wraps the tarp around the tepee and ties the top up with the old frayed rope she collected earlier. She steps back and takes one fine look at her tent. "Perfecto" Loki says proudly. Loki turns he back and heads out to find some firewood for the morning. She picks up twigs, sticks, fair size sticks and finally some hard rosewood to keep it going for longer in the day. Loki returns back to her tent for the night. She pushes the tarp open and drops her butt down on the the grass mat. Loki throws the timber down at the end of the grass mat. She reaches into her bag and feels around  the the bottom of her leather pack sack. Loki picks up the old bag needle her great great grandma gave her when she was six now she is eleven. Loki strips three leaves of the palm fronds in the tent and began to tie them together and thread them through the old rusty bag needle. She pierces tarp with the needle beginning to sew the tarp opening together so the wind and the rain does not blow in. Loki throws her head back onto her saddle pack bag and closes her eyes. Drop drop drop, the rain started to sprinkle. Loki's smile grew on her face as she drifted of to sleep.