A harsh wind on the horizon is often a warning of an approaching bad storm. From an safe distance its an indication to take shelter and change course in whatever you are doing. The music is Native American in spirit and might unconsciously suggest a tribe's ritual gathering before battle. The reference to foreboding weather in the title of the soundscape also serves as a metaphor for the uncertainty and worry over global warming and the impact of climate change to our world.
This soundscape starts out with the distant sounds of a thunderstorm and the plaintive cry of an eagle. There's an ominous Native American quality to the tune which consists of a simple melody on the Native American flute played over stacked open stacked fifths and fourths. The ostinato pattern in the accompaniment (voiced both in the acoustic guitar and electric piano left hand) propels the rhythm as the percussion tracks are purposely kept sparse.
The tune ends with distant thunder and—off in the distance—the final parting cry of the eagle... a harsh and haunting reminder of nature's omnipresent "last word" on everything.