The Storm

Darkness

Falls softly

Upon the deserted streets

Wind

Makes the trees quiver

Waving to something unseen

Clouds

Drift across the sky

One by one

They come faster

And gather in front of the moon

Choking off its light

The stars

Kidnapped by the black entities

The darkness of night

Deepens

Fears come alive

As thunder rumbles

And lightning strikes

The sky alit

In a ghostly paleness

Growls angrily

At the world

Rain falls gradually

From sparse drops

To raging downpour

Rinsing the mountains

Drowning the valleys

Impurities being washed

From the surface of the world

Trees struck in the sky’s rage

Smolder, blackened, deeply in pain

They lose the battle

Each falling victim

To the sky’s wrath

Screams ring out

At every clap and flash

The sky’s minions

Striking fear in minds

Of all

It rages on for hours

Seemingly endless

Eternal rage

Comes to an end

When it tires

Retreating for now

The flashes dim

The rumbles fade

Screams cease into nothingness

The clouds scatter

Freeing the moon and stars

From their imprisonment

The blackest dark is pierced

By the friendly light of the moon

The water recedes

Revealing land

That was lost

The trees stand as a reminder

Of the rage displayed

This night

The wind halts

As if it was never here

All that is left

Is a memory

Nothing more

It will return someday

When it does

We will live through it

Surviving the storm.