Clouds arrive like villains in smiles, Their threat proudly displayed upon their menacing faces. The winds are rolling, freshly born. Waves get restless. They know a violent cascade is looming. The impending chaos is tangible. The cosmos hold their breath. Time stands still. Fear, Both inciting it And cowering in it, Is dominant here. Lightning flashes a glimpse of what's to come. Thunder speaks the words we instinctively know. Calm resonates the precipice of disaster. A vibration tethered for too long, Shakes a warning to run. Hesitation. It's too late. The eye is focused. I am the storm. I am here.