It’s cold and windy and there is little to no sunlight. The wind smells sweet, like dewdrops on honey. I hear it going through the long grass and it makes me shiver. I also hear the little raindrops hitting the ground. There are birds chirping in the distance as if to call their mates to shelter. The clouds look like they are from a movie how they are foggy and grey, covering up the mountains like they are stealing them and wish to never bring them back. The weather makes me feel sad and lonely, as if my family had died and I had no one to see and nowhere to go. I feel like I am trapped in some kind of whirlwind of cold sadness.