The Storm

The dark heavy rumble of the impending storm
shook the very ground where I stood.
I could see it there, rearing up,
unbridled,
ready to gallop across the sky and trample me
beneath its lightning-laced hooves.
Danger was in its voice...
a terrible captain,
swearing allegiance to the fierce wind before the battle.
"Unleash Hell!", it cried.
The hammer of Thor itself could not bring such harsh assault
upon the ears and eyes of those watching,
transfixed on the battle between the earth and clouds.
The trees kissed the ground in their death songs
while the icy hell fire poured forth from the spreading blackness.
The back draft of wind threatened to lift me from the blood-stained dirt
to deposit me miles from my dwelling.
A chill ran along my spine, bristling the
hair of my neckline. Electricity filled the air
The face of nature tortured me with its angry taunts
only to march away to its next conquest.
It leaves behind many bodies.
Simple broken lives are left to clean and forget
until the next comes along the horizon.