My heart skips a beat,
The rain crashing around me.
Lights flash,
Across the dreaded black sky.
A storm rolls in.
Thundering the drums on high.
Even in its majesty,
A destruction has laid its course.
The light flashes again,
No remorse.
Mother nature,
Is precious and kind.
within her fire however,
Is destruction divine.
Never question thy mother,
She will bring you a storming roar.
She is to not be toyed with,
Or she might forget you all.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 12:00 AM UTC
My heart skips a beat,
The rain crashing around me.
Lights flash,
Across the dreaded black sky.
A storm rolls in.
Thundering the drums on high.
Even in its majesty,
A destruction has laid its course.
The light flashes again,
No remorse.
Mother nature,
Is precious and kind.
within her fire however,
Is destruction divine.
Never question thy mother,
She will bring you a storming roar.
She is to not be toyed with,
Or she might forget you all.
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