You could hear it-

The ground rumbling, the writhing branches trying to hold on to their scurrying leaves.

You could see it-

The yellows and oranges relenting to the indigo and gray, the birds retreating to their comfort.

You could feel it-

the rumbling of the Earth, the wind entering through the cracked window from the runaway branch.

The Blackwind began spinning through the sky- twisting and turning, emulating a vacuum cleaner.
Night lived within the revolving snare leaving a void in its wake.
Washed brand new like an open canvas the once inhabitable surroundings relied on time to create it  anew once more.