Rain is coming..

Rain is approaching...I can feel the moist droplets form between my hands and my sniper as I weeded through the field. I slowly made my way across the empty plain just as a icy cold breeze blew through. The wind blew real hard, almost like it was angry at my very presence. I had to admit, it was scary seeing the trees submitting to the gale, bending almost sharply and losing it's foilage and cover.
'...not making it easy on me are you..?' I thought aloud as i stared at the gloomy sky, continuing to my purch.
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A playaround that resulted from the painting in the background. I wanted to focus on the weather in a 'on-the-verge' kinda of setting and decided to throw a furry sniper lady in as well. =3