Before the Storm

The clouds clutch, a confusion of greys
On the land knowing animals low, bark, cluck, meow, bray
As it comes upon ozone drenched wings
The ripe tides invisible
Such currents of the air wind and swing
Great Galleons of the crescendo sway in the sky
Sails billowing before the laughter of the beserker Aurai
Fat, slow tears drop with implied thud
Harbingers of the tempest, of the coming flood
Darkness spreads, black ink through light
Day rails in useless fit against the false night
While we
Inside our shelters sat
Urbane before this nature that could us so easily shatter
And we natter of the Weather before the Storm
So certain
So certain we shall see the Dawn.