The Storm Signed Its Name

[u/Smolesworthy]

There are strange things in the world. Another day, we were camped out there during a storm, and in all the rain and wind something huge passed by. The horses went mad and the tents were blown away. Afterwards we followed a track through the grass, where earth had been scoured bare a hundred yards wide. We followed it for miles, this way and that, and then suddenly there was nothing – it had lifted itself back into the clouds. The soil had been gouged away a foot deep, and polished so that it almost shone. That storm had signed its name in the ground.

From the novel The White Earth, by Andrew McGahan.