In Coming Storm

high upon a green hill raising hand against the sun turning quickly this way and that looking out upon the land with quick steps pacing back and forth looking long this way and that suddenly looking out at something far away cold dark clouds rise high up cold winds from them descend dust blow skittering across the land before the coming of freezing rain feeding upon the rising heat growing broader and darker still the wind is now more fiercely blow racing across the land with slow query steps continuing on pausing to look ahead glancing quickly side to side continuing with slow steps on looking on the way before feet dragging in the dust shoulders sag so weary down pausing to look on again suddenly pausing in the gaze looking to the coming storm quick steps taken towards it then looking with shaking head dark storm races across the land sweeping all the before it lies cold rain and slashing all that lives darkness consuming all stumbling steps continue on no longer looking about tripping and falling to the knees and falling onto the ground quickly racing forward now racing towards the storm and what upon the road there lies straining with quick moving feet cold drops begin to fall wind teasing at the cloth sunlight into darkness fades the face looks up again into darkness the steps race the darkness embraces all light fades from the land within the falling rain