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Created on: May 01, 2007 Last Updated: May 14, 2007
Grey mixes with black and blue as the clouds gather in the distance
White and fluffy, tinged with grey fill the skies over my head
On the horizon I see darkness as distant thunder rumbles
I watch in helpless fascination as the end of the world approaches
Darkness and silence suddenly engulf me as the white clouds scatter
I watch as my sky turns from grey to black and bluish purple
No rain has fallen and the wind is still, I wait for the apocalypse
Birds become silent, bees fly to their hives, there are no sounds to be heard
A cool breeze suddenly chills my arms, I know the storm is about to begin
I am transfixed by the clouds, as the silent gloom is disrupted by a thunderous crash
Rain begins to fall, yet I stand and watch the storm gather around me
A gusty wind blows, leaves and twigs scatter, pellets of rain begin to fall
Wind whips around my body, yet still I stand and watch
Transfixed by the darkened skies and feeling of impending doom
The sky crackles as light rips through the clouds, I see light fill the sky
Nature's spell is briefly broken; I find shelter, fearing the sky's brilliance
Covered, I can still feel the wind as it slowly makes the leaves dance in circles
I pay no attention to the siren blaring or the dog howling
"Mom" cries a small fearful voice, "please come inside"
A child's cries accomplish what wind, rain and sirens cannot
The storm no longer holds me in its' grasp, I race inside, watching as the tree branch falls Where I once stood transfixed, The apocalypse is over, the storm has just begun
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