Nimbus Attack

Nimbus Attack Nimbus black split by metallic, orange, silver crack, Eyes sharply smitten, ears hand pressed, bottom lip bitten, face contorted, grimacing, wincing, waiting, not for a second long, through wicked wind’s harsh song, the feared bastion breaker, that thunderous earth shaker, unseen, piggy backed on lightning’s track. Adrenaline screams through my veins, heart pounding, rapid breathing reigns. Wait. Of a sudden, Nimbus black rolls back, Jaws slack, lips relax, eyes open, ears released, facial contortions ceased. A fresh almost floral scent rides on a wafting breeze. Sunlight peeks through that lightning split tree. All is calm. The storm is spent. It’s peaceful as you please.