Before The Storm
The rainforest was heavy with silence as Asha moved through the dense foliage. The air was thick and warm, clinging to her skin like a damp shroud. She pushed aside a curtain of hanging vines, her boots sinking slightly into the soft, mossy ground. Around her, vibrant orchids and ferns seemed to glow in the dim light filtering through the canopy. The forest felt alive, though nothing moved—everything waiting.
A low rumble of thunder rolled in the distance, and Asha glanced up. The gaps in the canopy showed a sky darkening quickly, heavy clouds swirling like a warning. The first gust of wind brushed past her, setting the leaves into a restless shiver. She quickened her pace, eyes scanning for the faint trail that would lead her back to the safety of her camp.
The wind grew stronger, carrying the scent of rain and wet earth. A few fat drops splashed onto her face, and the underbrush began to tremble in anticipation. As the storm broke, the forest erupted with sound—branches groaning, leaves thrashing, and the steady drum of rain on the canopy above. Asha pulled her jacket tighter and pushed forward, the forest alive and wild around her filling her with life.
The rainforest was heavy with silence as Asha moved through the dense foliage. The air was thick and warm, clinging to her skin like a damp shroud. She pushed aside a curtain of hanging vines, her boots sinking slightly into the soft, mossy ground. Around her, vibrant orchids and ferns seemed to glow in the dim light filtering through the canopy. The forest felt alive, though nothing moved—everything waiting.
A low rumble of thunder rolled in the distance, and Asha glanced up. The gaps in the canopy showed a sky darkening quickly, heavy clouds swirling like a warning. The first gust of wind brushed past her, setting the leaves into a restless shiver. She quickened her pace, eyes scanning for the faint trail that would lead her back to the safety of her camp.
The wind grew stronger, carrying the scent of rain and wet earth. A few fat drops splashed onto her face, and the underbrush began to tremble in anticipation. As the storm broke, the forest erupted with sound—branches groaning, leaves thrashing, and the steady drum of rain on the canopy above. Asha pulled her jacket tighter and pushed forward, the forest alive and wild around her filling her with life.
The rainforest was heavy with silence as Asha moved through the dense foliage. The air was thick and warm, clinging to her skin like a damp shroud. She pushed aside a curtain of hanging vines, her boots sinking slightly into the soft, mossy ground. Around her, vibrant orchids and ferns seemed to glow in the dim light filtering through the canopy. The forest felt alive, though nothing moved—everything waiting.
A low rumble of thunder rolled in the distance, and Asha glanced up. The gaps in the canopy showed a sky darkening quickly, heavy clouds swirling like a warning. The first gust of wind brushed past her, setting the leaves into a restless shiver. She quickened her pace, eyes scanning for the faint trail that would lead her back to the safety of her camp.
The wind grew stronger, carrying the scent of rain and wet earth. A few fat drops splashed onto her face, and the underbrush began to tremble in anticipation. As the storm broke, the forest erupted with sound—branches groaning, leaves thrashing, and the steady drum of rain on the canopy above. Asha pulled her jacket tighter and pushed forward, the forest alive and wild around her filling her with life.
56” x 51.5”
Acrylic, Oil, & Pen On Canvas
Artist: Tobie Hall