The clouds rolled in swiftly on dark horses. Their passing whipped up the dust of summers passing, rattling the leaves from a once solid perch.
A chill brushed over the bark of once blossoming plant stalks. Nothing remained calm, secure anymore.
Murky waters seemed to slow the birds that flew overhead. They struggled to break free of this menacing current that pulled them back.
Lights escape seems futile during this thunderous stampede of lightning and rain. The sun is beating at that closed door, looking to overthrow such a dark dynasty.
And then it breaks, like window blinds, little by little hope leaks through. Warming the dancing blades of grass and glistening pavement below.
There is a secret buried in these brute tree trunks. A lesson, that disaster is a breath away yet Faith, is eternal.