The Coming of the Storm

Darkest grays in billowing might,
Advance with sullen gloom.
Capture with force the tender light,
A sudden shift from day to night,
Midnight what was just noon.

And on the army doth traverse,
In might, a panoply.
Cerulean sky the clouds immerse,
Dampening the earths’ gentle mirth,
Ever crossing boldly.

Taciturn birds their homes pursue,
Silenced with the warning,
Of distant drums that call anew,
“Impending doom”, “a day to rue”,
To ears that heed the calling.

At present, green ethereal tones,
Swirl among the gray.
Winds increase – incessant moans,
Voicing the fears of trees and stones,
For the impending fray.

A quaking boom signals attack,
It exigently cries.
In action, heavens answer back,
Pour fourth the rain, let lightning crack,
The war tween ground and sky.