It smelled like the sky was about to empty its rage on the forgotten plain. A smell so dark and musty; so full of freedom and wealth, that you instantly knew a storm was coming.
The animals knew long before us. The brown earth so rich with minerals was overturned by their hoofs.
The birds flew singing sweet morrow over the hilltops! Within the hour, the rain had come.
When the waters receded, all that was left was the stink of death and undergrowth. The foul aroma of destruction.