Storm
A clear and sunny day
Breezeless, as I scan the horizon
Endless, no danger at the edge
Nothing to raise alarm
Then, a change begins
A cloud, black, forming in the distance
Ominous, yet small
No reason to fear
The darkness grows
Taking up the distance
Shrouding it in rain
Obscuring the distant hills
A warning hue of Orange
Traces the edges of the cloud
As it grows rapidly to dominate
The clear blue sky
In an instant, the clouds have conquered
Filling up the heavens
Black, rolling, fearsome
Ready to call forth doom
The winds of belligerence blow
Rain in torrents, then icy hail
Ready to destroy, ready to defeat
Every living being underneath
Then from the southwest
The funnel, raging, tearing
Ripping out the ground, all structures, everything
Destruction, defeat, catastrophic
Nothing will be left
From the raging winds
Nothing will survive
The Storm
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Finally, a change
The winds from below
As the people push back
In screams of anger
Every one, a butterfly
The accumulated breeze
From wings outstretched to fly
Will defeat the Storm
Orange sky will fade
The rain will stop
As the thunder dies
The whirlwind will shrink to nothingness
As the clouds are broken
The Storm will stop
The rain will dry
And the sky will clear to blue once again
Only if we fight back.