Defiant Cicada

One lone cicada continued to buzz defiantly.  The rest of the world had gone silent.

Trees that had been rustling in the waves of stifling heat now stood silent and unmoving.

Apart from the single buzzing insect, all other forms of live held their collective breaths.

Just a few miles distant a boiling wall of purplish-black clouds moved relentlessly forward - periodically throwing out silver-white daggers of challenge and sounding the rumbling drums of invasion.

The fountains of ornamental grass first took up the whisper - catching the breezes of advancing lines and alerting all to the imminent storm. Then the trees bestirred themselves and bent beneath the onslaught of wind as the first heavy raindrops fell.

The lone cicada finally abandoned hope of being able to continue to sing of heat mere seconds before the wall of water rushed over everything.