Flashes of a luminous glow Swims like a Borealis across the sky. The cold compelling breeze Soothes my clammy skin. A quiet rumbling, Like the growl of angry hell hounds, Anticipates the coming
The sky unleashes electric snakes As the wind rips through houses and trees. Sweeping rain impinges upon the earth, Scrubbing the night clean To claps of deafening thunder. I stand, insignificant as a leaf, And watch in awe
Even as temple bells are chiming, God has long left the altar to take a breath; And in the wake of this night's monster All is silent and dead.
It is strange How such destruction calms my soul And makes a hard atheist like me,