Storm Concrete
The day was fine and sunlit, Decorated by several clouds drifting
aimlessly in the radiant ocean-blue sky. Chorused by gentle
puffs of the morning breeze, Sending leaves on the
streets twirling like ballerinas in a dazzling and
mesmerising dance. and the trees too,
waving their twigs like hands
saluting people walking past,
Then the emergency siren
suddenly shrieked,
Threatening of a
descending storm,
Send us scurrying
to safety, As dark
clouds stretched
across the horizon
and its shadow
slowly devours
the daylight,
People around
the
village
stormed
like a colony
of ants panicking
from the incoming
storm,
Busy sand-bagging their houses
and boarding up their windows with
plywood To keep them from falling apart.
I was inside my study room, Huddled beneath
the mountain of textbooks piling around me, Terrified
that I may not survive from whatever’s happening outside,
From the storm clouds swarming over the school, Unleashing
sudden, violent bolts of lightning slashing across the skyline
As the deafening roar of thunder echoed through the village,
And then it came. Cruel and merciless rain beating down
upon us, An untamed ocean of terror and destruction
thrown from the unusually blackened sky
accompanied by the howling of
immense hurricane-like wind,
Red blood-like sap
spurted
from the trees moaning
and groaning in agony As their limbs
were brutally ripped away by the monstrous downpour.
The winds were savage animals screaming at the children While
gnawing and clawing at our houses like a pack
of hungry wolves searching for their frightened
prey. Iced daggers stabbed at my feet As the
waterfall gushed through our roof And knocked
me to the floor. Slowing the pressure eased, as
the rain gradually lessoned, until finally fading
into a charming melody, Resembling the graceful
chimes of bells. The molten-gold rays peaked out
over the mountain-tops Emerging from behind a
peaceful
sheet of mist,
Casting slanted beams
of light shining across the
village. Fluttering of wings could
be heard as birds erupted from their
shelters followed by an explosion of elegant
song. They sailed majestically over the schoolyard
in unison, Chirping and cheeping through the village’s
moat of vast forest as happy as a newborn penguin.
When I stared toward the golden coin glistening
in the brilliant sky, It appeared to me
that the day was fine and
sunlit Decorated
by
several
clouds
drifting
aimlessly
in
the
radiant ocean-blue
sky.
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