Writing.....

Silence.

The storm is brewing but all is calm

Ominously predicting the onset of turmoil

In the midst of false peace.

Light

Flashing from the distance

The beams escape from the sky with a wild flare;

Darkness

Thickening clouds ice the surface of the vanilla sky

As a sweeping gesture of power and might.

Thunder

Dull and subtle yet full of dread

Rolling across the world with an underlying

Current of doom.

Rain

The tears of the sky falling to dampen the earth

The grief of the heavens crossing the face

Of the green and blue.

This poem is unfinished, but if you want, I can finish it..............