"Trouble... that's what that sound always meant. More trouble."

   A low rumble seemed to echo across the wide, empty plain. I sat on my usual resting spot, a small cluster of rocks isolated amongst the brown plain grasses of my home. From horizon to horizon, my eyes could see nothing but that dingy grass sea, a slight wind causing the stalks to whisper amongst themselves in some kind of secret dance. They paraded in unison, wave after wave gently passing through the entire population from left to right. The waves would crack and recede from time to time, together with the impetuous impulses of the evening summer breeze. Occasionally a spray of fine dust would liberate itself from the ocean of that decayed cacophony, the only evidence of anything of substance underneath.

   The soft sound that had sang to this lonesome scene for hours started to grow, appearing to get closer. The cadence of the dance played out in the field under the summer's evening sky quickened in anticipation. The sound itself changed in a sickeningly merry celebration of existence, undulating rumbles giving way to muffled roars, the two sounds trading dominance in what could have been thought to be a celebration of the quickly settling night.

   I sat and waited. This was nothing new to me. It would always be the same, although I could never get used to it.