A powerful darkness grows in the sky.
A sudden flash of lightning blinds your eyes.
The deep sounds of Thunder ring through your ears.
As the wind begins to howl enlightening your fears.

You watch as the trees dance with the wind
You watch limbs fall as they sway and bend.
The sound of rain falling on the tin overhead
Grows  louder with each breath you breathe in.

Water covers the roads, as creeks overflow.
You worry and pray for the people you know.
Holding your children close around a lone candles glow, four silent prayers are carried up with the winds as the storm continues to grow

Windows break and the rain blows in,
Stinging your face as its blown by the wind.
You ask God to shield your children tonight. You pray that He has a hand over their lives.

Then, just as you seal the prayer with "amen", the chaos outside grows quiet as quickly as it began,
You listen carefully but everything is silent until the faint  sound of sirens in the distance breaks through the thick silence.

Stepping over broken glass, your eyes glance outside.
Through the tears and the dirt, horror floods your eyes,
Your once crowded neighborhood, lies bare with no houses in sight.

Of all the surrounding homes, yours alone survived.
Those four silent prayers were heard through  all the Hell and the fright.
And once again four are prayers sent.
This time spoken, all but silent.