Poem: The Storm that Takes them All by Surprise

The skies become dark
not all at once
but gradually
so slowly that
no one else sees
the encroaching blackness
except the one directly
under ground zero

The Goddess of the Storm
raises her hands
and smiles as the wind
picks up its pace
a slow gentle wind
up to a brisk breeze
then on to a fiery gale
finally to a hurricane.

Lightning the only torch
Thunder becomes a roaring heat beat
no one claims to see it coming
nature, once soft and loving
turns around and bites their faces
the quiet rage hasn't lessened
it had grown too strong.