Not a breath of air stirs.
The clouds build like evil soldiers,
regrouping for attack.
Then,
the lightning flashes,
the thunder rolls
like an angry ocean.
A wall of rain hits the ground
as an angry soldier pounces on the enemy.
The wind whips against all in its way.
Tree twist and turn
as if writhing
under the sword of an enemy.
Then, it is over.
Stillness returns again.
The cool breeze touches my cheeks.
The cannons have ceased their roaring.
There is peace.
