The Madness of a Storm

The wind shapes its fingers through my hair,
whispering secrets in the night.
The meaning of out lives float away,
under the shelter of their flying colors.

Speeds pick up,
stranger by the minute,
beating its fists against
everything in their way.

The first drop of the evening
hits with a shuddering thud.
Soaking in the creatures that haven't
left the threatening grounds.

The skies begin to Roar,
with their angry voices
they cry into the night,
shouting their threats to the world.
The trees are pushed aside,
lifting their roots from their comforting homes.

The clouds overflow with all their might,
casting out their drowning floods.

The skies are split in two,
and with one flick of his wrist,
lightning strikes the darkness.