Brewing Storm

The brewing storm stirs up chasing men on foot chasing chariots with wheels i sit and stare in compelling wonder does the wind chase? why run for the brewing storm i watched, even the trees bow in acknowledgement i watched as the sky carefully dressed itself in black the strength to ask why is what i lack i listened to its fierce whispers the sky is about to cry, it says my body shivers as its coldness swims down my spine and all i could do was gulp in the scents of unfallen rain ...close my eyes and enjoy whatever blessings it has to shower...