Eugene S.

Stormy

I hear you coming, oh storm
Anger rumbles on your breath
The air swirls and tears apart
Irreverently seeking death

Flashes show a stark landscape
Unnatural bluish light
A world shocked by your power
And frozen by your great might

Torrents fall ever downward
A world beaten by your hate
And regardless what we do
Your judgement will not sate

When you\'ve left us far behind
In a world that is so cold
We wrap ourselves in reverence
Trudging onward in your hold