Sleeping Dragon that's the spirit

The promise of a storm was on the horizon as mid-afternoon was upon the territory. Dark clouds gathered in the distance as the occasional rumble of thunder struck overhead the mountain. Though she knew very little about storms she was intrigued by the sight. She was perched just outside her family’s den as she watched in silent awe of what was to come, her posture tall and her eyes wide as she looked on.

Though some storms had visited their territory that summer she had never been able to see a storm from conception. She had yet to see dark clouds gather and and travel overhead to drop their blessings to the earth. Thought she didn’t entirely know just what to expect to come of the gathering darkness, she remained as she was and simply waited for whatever was to come.