Beginning of a storm

I love the beginning of a storm,
When gusts of wind gather the dead leaves
And swirl them around unsuspecting passersby,
When you can feel every molecule of the wind against your skin.
When the skies turn dark
And grey clouds loom so low
That you feel that little closer to the skies.

I love the beginning of a storm,
When thunder rumbles in the distance,
When you can smell the impending rain,
And hear the rustling of the trees.

I love the beginning of a storm
Before that first drop of rain falls
Before the skies break loose
And pours
And people scatter and run
Into their safe hiding places.

Didn't mean for this to be a poem but it turned out to be one anyhow. Stormy day today but it cleared too fast.