I hear its crashes, like a sudden wave
knocks upon the formless shores.
It's resonant echoes prevail the
skies obedient structure.
The power of the lightning's
Roar casts out into open flame
across the weeping sky.

Above comes down the fragile
tears, beating upon the ground.
The weariness of the shivering
winds blows through the doors.
Eliminating structure of all
established natives.
Hope is left soaked in the soils
of the earth's truest form.