Song of the Storm

The silent and pure whispers of nature
turn loud and angry through the stillness of our lives.
Blasting winds slash our faces
and knock the breath from our bodies.
Icy soldiers pour upon our heads
and end any thoughts of peace.
Thunder crashes and screams through the sky
the sound of pure desperation, the absence of all hope.
Silence, eerily descends
and light pushes through the blackness.
All is calm once more.
The only trace being our cold and soaking souls.

*dodges rotten fruit*
I posted this is the hope that you like it better than my teacher did...