who ever said you never see it coming?
ivory flashes in the distance
then quick; a rising roar
a river hangs up in the air
the skies begin to soar
horizon splashes with electric
tendrils branching every way
a storm brews quickly to the north
and rares to tear and flay
canopic anvil taking sight
darkness covers; lack of light
ice shoots up and down the core
until the draft holds up no more
nature has come to do her trick
the air is ripe, the soup is thick
get ready to run and jump and swim
get ready to feel her fury!!!
