Ah, here I was again.
Hanging on my beloved tree with my fellow leaf companions, a harsh storm swirling past us. I never liked storms. I always had to hold on for my dear life, fearing of getting carried away by the wind blows.
Beside me I felt the other leafs being just as afraid as I was. We couldn‘t talk, see, nor smell. We couldn‘t do anything beside feel the harsh conditions of the weather ...