Men shielded their eyes from her effulgence,
Heat rippling across the valley
Cascading into cool mists -
That was how the tempest began.
Each naive stride and stroke
Raking chain reactions through the fields,
Winds picking up speed
She began to dance.
That was when she noticed the chill.
Her arms opened wide to beckon her sisters,
And they ran to her,
Their powerful wings.
Cyclopsian, she rose above,
First drizzles, then droves, and deluge.
Shiver, shiver, shake,
Drops sprayed and furled
Across the innocent
From moon to covered moon
Until she'd spent it all.
Heat, chill, water, light, wind,
To trudge up the mountain
Searching for radiance once more.
Inktober prompt: Gigantic
Rules: Whatever comes out of the pen is the poem. No editing allowed.