Sky Rage

The awaited bedimmed evening Was foretold by the clouds rolling in, We pelted along the herded streets Fending the storm that was coming. One perceived the aftermath peace I queried the realism that was bracing, One assured the isolated inconsequence None retrieved the agone serenity. The sky grew heavily with agglomerating clouds Blusters of flames sparkled along with rapid fury, In pain and fear, so many hands extended for a prayer Fending the storm that was outraging. Around them amassed the shadow of malefic wind They turned up their white pale face, In this hovering ambience breaking the solitude They bade for the pacific dominance. The courtesy was heard by their divine faiths Pouring down the tears with biding pains The consequence was allayed by the aftermath peace And the sweetness aired to ease their breaths. I wondered the realism that was uniting Laughing, playing and dancing by the bygone bedimmed evening That was foretold by the clouds disappearing I still queried the peace after the storm, why not before it?