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.