Hurricane

Feeling a presence larger than life bowing palms seem to pray to a force beyond, black sullen clouds drift up the coast, wind-driven spit of God marks its spot in a rough way. Grey ocean mauled, shudders like a duck on a cold day burgeoning waves a rough painting to the tortured sky. Nature breathes power to uncontrolled chaos what is not bolted down dances like dervishes for the oncoming storm. Banshee music howls in concert with ravaging tidal surge sideways rain stings the cheeks of those who stayed behind. Darkness engulfs, turmoil pain, and death everywhere through sonic and physical abuse the end seems near. An ethereal glow forms between storm pulses the eye is near. Sun bursts out reflecting dewdrop rain witnessing sparkling destruction. All is quiet for the moment except for falling tiles from bruised roofs, soon the other side will make its mark on humbled earth and man.