The Storm

I am a cacophony; nature’s wrath become a spectacle,

The fear of many; awe and inspiration to all.

I am a violent god, with power to turn the heavens black and drown the land beneath me.

My voice, like a percussionist’s tantrum, echoes and booms through once clear skies

And my jagged white fingers flash down to touch the earth with electric caresses.

I pass quickly, my tempestuous nature forbidding me to linger,

And in the wake of my fury the word comes alive once more;

People coming out of their cowering under unnatural barriers to walk in the tears of the sky.