The Storm

Clouds gather slowly. The sky becomes dark Teasing the world below with its fiendish intentions. Sketches of sunlight are devoured By an ugly greyness. Silence, like a cancerous mass, Shifts into the surrounding area Rendering it temporarily unconscious. Ga-lump, ga-lump, Just beyond the eye of the storm, Ga-lump, ga-lump, The only sound is the dull throbbing Of a great blue vein. The storm is alive, living, breathing, Sheets of tears falling in the form of rain Penetrate fleshy hills of land. Heavens grumble, roar, SCREAM with fury! Vengeful winds slam doors and tear at walls. Heated skies strike with electric animosity. Cursing the grounds beneath them. Smoke becomes thick as trees burn like matches In a sea of orange - Innocent pawns of nature's wrath Forever singed by fire.