When The Wind Is Passing Through

Imagine writing this when you are totally deaf. Imagine writing this in 1826. If there ever was a piece of music out of it's time this is it.

Heavy rain, lightning, thunder, hail and high winds swept across Atlanta earlier. Outside at this hour, the moon sits overhead, waning from full, and gray scud races across the sky out of the southwest. Somewhere, the Leonids dance to the music in the sky.