The tension mounts and the chaos builds
As the clouds roll in from over the hill,
Bringing a promise that will not be forgotten.

The trees acquiesce to the winds' passion
As the people scatter in a hurried fashion
And the miniature missiles crash to the ground.

The heavens scowl in our direction
As the zephyrs howl with a cruel inflection
And the creatures cower in their hidden hollows.

The storm rages and the ****** nears
As the thunder claps and the lightning sears
And the darts pound a staccato on my roof.

The calm steals in and the winds fade
And each new drop is slightly delayed
As the storm moves on to search for someone new.