Calm and at peace as a lake made of glass,but alas the day has just begun.
Birds that dotted the shore now fly away as if startled,I look towards the horizon where looms that familiar dark cloud that is messenger to the storm,my storm that strikes without warning or reason devastation in it's wake.
Ending as quickly as it began ,returning once more to the ends of the earth from where it came only to haunt me,hanging on the horizon like a boulder balancing on a twig,capable of snapping at any moment,a harbinger of doom and great sorrow though never hitting with it's full impact.
I see the sun behind a veil of clouds,a slight chill comes to me,only me,everyone else still basking in the warmth of my dark sun.
As for me and my darkness,we shall keep playing with my storm.