There's a very strange feeling in the air today. Not a squirrel to be seen in the squirrel capital of the universe. A young doe dashed through the center of town in broad daylight. Normally, the air is filled with birdsong, and there's not a peep to be heard.
The sky is gray, the air is thick and humid.
I think we're in for a humdinger of a storm.
I'm going home to batten down the hatches.