Clouds as black as soot began to descend
As I walked the rain splashed pavement.
Curling black clouds that wound tightly
Around the iron railings of the fence,
Pulling me fiercely into the storm and
Swathing me in a blanket of fear.
A gate swung open
As the wind howled,
To approach, and,
Thinking of shelter,
I stepped tentatively into the murkiness.
An oppressed sensation furthered my nervousness,
Eerie darkened corners beckoned,
Encroached upon me in the hush.
A shiver ran down my spine and
I flew back to the arms of thunder,
The safety of the dreaded tempest, the
Eye of the storm.