Black approaching from the North
Penetrating a meaningless worth
Giving significance for all its concern.

Granite waves
Slowing to turn
To unleash its power
On all who mutter.

Silent!

Then the burn,
Electric white
From a different world.

Run,
Hide –
Shelter in fear.

Droplets pounding the ground,
Infinite,
Prisoned within
Trying to escape a pitiful fate.

Days,
Weeks –
Possibly years.

A storm needed,
Greeted,
By all whom it meets.

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