The Storm

Derilict in duty, the sun refused to shine. Dark clouds consumed a doubtful sky. Black and bruised clouds continued to expand. Thunder began a rhythmic sound, rumbling, pulsating, moving. Sky began to simmer and churn, ominous and foreboding. The storm intimidated the ground. Wind took breath exploding with anger that blistered the air. Unwilling to accept neglect lightening threw spears to split the gloom. Stage was nw set for impending doom. Nothing could extinguish the mighty potency unleashed by a cosmic force. The unstable nature of the environment commanded the final element of choice. A barrage of insipid drops joining ranks, marching in sheet like columns. With velocity of rapid fire guns. The deluge pummeled and thrashed. With help from the wind everything standing again and again. Morning proved what the night had known. Nature boiled and frothed with mananical passion and strength. The disturbance and destruction would leave a scar upon the land. Evidence of what the omnipotent could command