Mountain-sized storm

Ryn brought the wind together, collapsed it from four horizons, and crushed it into the space around her. Storm clouds piled atop one another, circling overhead. She stroked the storm across treetops like a hand over velvet.

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Denise folded her arms skeptically, but then looked around the forest with concern. “What the hell is going on? Someone broke summer.”
Naomi stood, gaze drawn to the sky. “Oh my God.” Goddess?
A ring of clouds the size of a mountain spun in the sky, a roiling black halo lit with flashes of lightning.

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