MAELSTROM

You can feel it coming, sometimes

 

A faint thickness in the air that you couldn’t name

 

Shades of gray in the light might indicate

 

There’s a storm on its way.

 

Suddenly it’s all around you

 

An elemental fury that won’t listen to reason

 

Bent on destroying any poor soul caught in the din

 

Thunder rolls in all directions

 

Singing songs of its displeasure,

 

While lightning thrashes at the speed of light

 

Looking around for a tree to strike.

 

The wise will seek shelter

 

And wait patiently for the outburst to pass.

 

Once the skies have cleared

 

To an inert and repentant light-blue

 

The victims will come together and rebuild

 

Tactfully ignoring the incident as best they can

 

Eyes cast to the sky,

 

Praying for a rainbow.