The Storm
By: Lawrence W Langman (c)

It's early morning and
the dawn dost breaks.
Nature churns above
of it's impending fates.

Although skies are clear
yet the animals know.
That something is brewing
upon this plateau.

The tree leaves have flipped
over to fear impending rains.
The river banks powerless
to handle impending strains.

All life begins to rustle
as the skies begin to change.
The feel is in the air
all across this vast range.

Darkened clouds roll in as the
sun now hides behind.
The sun can't shine no longer
hidden in nature's design.

Now rumbles in the distance
as the animals look for cover.
The Does collect their fawns
sensing the air above her.

Lightening strikes the horizon
like a bolt of Thor's hammer.
Echoes inside the canyons
ring out in a glorious clamor.

The skies turn ebony black
like a cover pulled on top.
As the rain begins to fall
pelting the earth nonstop.

The winds begin to churn
swirling a funnel enraged.
Angry like a wild animal
forcibly placed in a cage.

Turbulence reigns the skies
like a lariat nooses a steer.
The funnel cloud drops down
infinite destruction draws near.

As fast as the day progressed
it ended on a drop of a dime.
Nature as given it's wrath
it's chaos has committed a crime.

Silence now covers the lands
the ground is soaked overflowed.
Destruction encases the valley
and a rainbow is greatly bestowed.