The drops dissipate below the clouds.
Asking themselves why the sun has become transparent.
That feeling of agony,
Then comes the thunder.
In the pit of despair,
It just can’t get worse.
And then, the lightening strikes.
The cloud begins to seep into the dark,
Reaping havoc,
Moving along.
The winds hiss out in treachery.
The broken tree sinks into the forgotten.
The land lay still,
Silent in numbness,
Forever marked by the destruction of your storm.