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
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