RedRavenPoems

Murky clouds cover the skies, the birds they flee all we hear are their cries. Away they rush lest they die.

Lighting flashes thunder rumbles, boom sounds roar and tumble. We rush for doors, on the knob fumble, away from the coming storm.

Rain falls in a torrential sheet, as if the skies do surely weep. We all cower and here we shriek, as the flood waters raise quite deep.

Muddy mountains start to crumble, coming down in a hapless jumble. Devouring all that’s in the path, breaking all in their wrath.

Quickly it comes, quickly it goes. It’s over before we even know. All that’s left is hapless woe.

Devastation all around, from the upheaval of the ground. Lives uprooted, tossed aside, by the power of the muddy slide.

From the ruins life will stir. Never stops no sir. We carry on through the pain. One of life greater things.