THE STORM III

It's coming, you can feel it.
The skies begin to roll.
The air gets still and heavy.
It darkens, blacker then coal.

For a moment everything stops.
Quiet, as if suspended in time.
Then, the winds began to blow.
Like nothing of its kind.

Then you see the flashes,
Jagged spears of light.
Reaching, Stretching,
Dancing across the night.

The thunder echoing in your ears.
Moving, shaking the ground across the way.
The sting of rain on your face.
Clearing the earth for a brand new day.