Storm Concrete

The day was fine and sunlit, Decorated by several clouds drifting aimlessly in the radiant ocean-blue sky. Chorused by gentle puffs of the morning breeze, Sending leaves on the streets twirling like ballerinas in a dazzling and mesmerising dance. and the trees too, waving their twigs like hands saluting people walking past, Then the emergency siren suddenly shrieked, Threatening of a descending storm, Send us scurrying to safety, As dark clouds stretched across the horizon and its shadow slowly devours the daylight, People around the village stormed like a colony of ants panicking from the incoming storm, Busy sand-bagging their houses and boarding up their windows with plywood To keep them from falling apart. I was inside my study room, Huddled beneath the mountain of textbooks piling around me, Terrified that I may not survive from whatever’s happening outside, From the storm clouds swarming over the school, Unleashing sudden, violent bolts of lightning slashing across the skyline As the deafening roar of thunder echoed through the village, And then it came. Cruel and merciless rain beating down upon us, An untamed ocean of terror and destruction thrown from the unusually blackened sky accompanied by the howling of immense hurricane-like wind, Red blood-like sap spurted from the trees moaning and groaning in agony As their limbs were brutally ripped away by the monstrous downpour. The winds were savage animals screaming at the children While gnawing and clawing at our houses like a pack of hungry wolves searching for their frightened prey. Iced daggers stabbed at my feet As the waterfall gushed through our roof And knocked me to the floor. Slowing the pressure eased, as the rain gradually lessoned, until finally fading into a charming melody, Resembling the graceful chimes of bells. The molten-gold rays peaked out over the mountain-tops Emerging from behind a peaceful sheet of mist, Casting slanted beams of light shining across the village. Fluttering of wings could be heard as birds erupted from their shelters followed by an explosion of elegant song. They sailed majestically over the schoolyard in unison, Chirping and cheeping through the village’s moat of vast forest as happy as a newborn penguin. When I stared toward the golden coin glistening in the brilliant sky, It appeared to me that the day was fine and sunlit Decorated by several clouds drifting aimlessly in the radiant ocean-blue sky.