Approaching Storm
A poem
A poem
Wind stirs, whispering
of the coming change
beyond the horizon.
Trees bow and sway,
leaves twisted
in frenzied dance.
Animals skitter to shelter
as clouds race
and clash.
Electricity crackles,
raising hair on skin.
The tang of ozone
sharpens each breath.
Sun flees west
and shadows
lengthen.
First fat drops
on parched ground,
a drum roll
sounding the tempest.
Thunder echoes,
yet the storm
holds back its fury.
An eerie calm
awaits the breaking.
The world holds its breath.