The sky is dark and cloudy
The wind is sadly crooning
And the earth is waiting
For an onslaught on its planes
The trees are swaying wildly
Their leaves grasping the air
a gloomy anticipation
Is evident everywhere
Then heaven release its wrath
creatures flee the terror
as water buckets down
from an elevated reservoir
clouds join in, acrimoniously
discharging flashes of light
releasing atmospheric electricity
across a vast terrain
Such is the state of my heart
cloudy as the pregnant sky
expecting some attack
on body, soul and mind
clutching at straws of hope
with abated breath I wait
when fury finally strikes
I need somewhere to hide
Tears streaming down my face
When words as sharp as blades
cleaves through marrow & bone
the pain so callously inflicted
on a heart not made of stone
