The Raging Storm

Sleepy eyes awake to crashing sounds on window panes Creeping animals scramble around bristling forests nesting for a spot while thousands of mad ants crusade in barren fields storing food in tiny plots Along the busy high way meandering trees parted wide asphalted roads and thick wavering clouds peak above shrouded path waiting for it to start. Countless loaded trucks speed down bending roads honking horns forewarning oblivious travelers not to take a chance In the center of town busy shoppers paraded the crowded plaza Ignoring beckoning dark clouds pressing upon them from pregnant skies. Laughing children swing high on Ferris wheels grown men tossed up down expanded roller coasters screaming out of control amused with laughter. Unforeseen the gigantic Ferris wheel halted And a terrifying sound emerged from beneath Stealing the happy children’s delightful laughter thick black clouds overshadows the sounds get louder and confusion drenches the streets dust and debris flutter in the atmosphere A thunderous sound spits venomous vengeance whipping and lashing whistling and barking and maneuvers the busy town it dances from city to city Wrenching up a destined path disseminating people all over the streets But the terrified children grip tightly Kept calm and ride out the raging storm ©2013 Christine Phillips