KutkuMegsan

 Thick black and silver clouds hang, drifting slowly over the endless, golden ocean of wild grass. The cool, mid-night breezes pulsate the prairie with low, earth rumbling voices of thunder. Whispering wind breaks and brushes the waves of grass as the gusts roll over the land. Only a hint of moon light glows the thinnest blanket of storm cloud that blinds the world of the stars. By:Megan Habelitz