The Storm

Part I The storm came on a Friday in the early morning chill when the dark had not yet eased its fingers off the Suns wrist. The rain cut through the new mist before the soft haze had seized Dawns first breath a-top the hill from whence she began the day. Part II The clouds gathered fast as on fuming steeds lathered in thick sweat, hooves pounding the ground. In threat came the sound of a land beset by rain without need offring no repast. Part III Down fell the rain in uncontrolled fury, cascading in sheets, crashing down to ground, the sound crescendoing with each moment like a symphony, when reaching its end, finds the brass resound and the bows a-bend and echoing noise begins its ascent filling the sky with melodious sound. Thus did hearts begin to fill with worry. Part IV River banks flooded in short order, consuming all the surrounding land. Crops were destroyed and trees crashed to earth, while bridges tumbled and houses fell. Too late to warn rang the city bell. To homes they fled entrusting their girth, but down fell all constructed by hand.

Nothing could hold, not brick or mortar. Part V And this went on for eight more days, while Notos blew and Neptune sang. Then with a bang the clouds then flew, and in a haze it soon was gone. Part VI Dusk came as the storm went away And Twilight shown in silken gown. With these two came a calming peace so the people did cease to weep, followed soon by a sleep most deep. For in slumber they found release. The waters receded from town, while people dreamt of a new day.

By Andrew Cohee