There’s a certain understated darkness,
with grey clouds a creeping
and lightning speaking,
terror into my tired being.

Sun obscured, when I’d prefer
the swelling heat drawing sweat from me.
I get cold shivers instead,
of beads of moisture falling from my head.

The cackle of villainous rage
as jagged white lines expand and disperse
cracking the very fabric
of my small universe.

There is a subtle sinister glee
to the natural destruction I see
cause nature feels extremely
violent, but free.

So, one broken branch
snaps and collapses on
a stranger’s house while he is gone.
One power line falls on
a slick city street
threatening to electrocute
any who comes bumbling through.

Torrential waters, and wearisome winds
brings in more destruction then
the frightening lightning,
inviting me to succumb to
existential despair.

Observing this disturbing scene
from a house in quarantine,
I wonder if I’ll ever see
a sunny day to play carefree
with my friends and family.