Micro-fiction Story: Run

I ran like hell. Almost made it. The darkening sky took on an ominous tone. Naked trees became fluid, writhing silhouettes in the wind. Between gasps to fill my lungs with the hot air, I imagined that the branches were spelling druidic curses in the air. If only I knew the code. If only there was some magical way to understand the symbols and with a few, choice words mitigate the impending destruction.

And then I stopped. I understood. This was nature. This was cleansing on a grand scale, and this dirty old world deserved nothing less.

The rain came.