Nature's Wrath in a Stormcloud

 

The young man
Sits in a chair
On the porch
Watching the clouds
Slowly creep over the moon
A seeping stain
Over the perfection
Of that glowing orb
He knew they would be coming
Felt it in his bones
The tingling
This was one
Of the few
The ones he would watch
The clouds come closer
The wind picks up
Tossing the branches
Of the evergreen trees
That surrounded his home
Like a crowd
Standing
To applaud
A spectacle
Of amazing proportions
The first few drops of rain start falling
Little spikes
Of freezing cold
The young man sits there
Swinging back and forth
Waiting
For the main event
It comes
Quicker than he expected
The lightning flashes across the clouds
A searing gash
Of flaming light
It flashes again
Casting eerie shadows
Across the mans
Meadow home
Thunder comes soon after
A roaring smash
That rattled the walls
The trees
Bowed over
In fealty
Of this unstoppable force
And all through this storm
He watches
Admiring
How much Nature
Can destroy
What it makes.