The swirling storm

The tense feeling of ominous fear instantly  bottles up inside of me

But that’s nothing compared to what is coming from the distance that I can see

 As the howling wind rips the souls out of the towering trees.

Oh, how I wish it could only be a subtle breeze…

Powerful darkness fills the sky

As the gloomy clouds begin to cry,

 Thunder rumbles like a firing fierce dog ready to attack

As the space around me turns entirely pitch black.

But not long until the luminous lightning gives you a great fright

Which then turns the space around me entirely blazing bright. 

I sit and watch the tear-size drops of silver glide down the window gently,

So very calm, and contentedly…

Leaves uplift off the trees and right into her raging ravenous mouth

As she finally starts to head south.

Suddenly everything gradually slows down,

Turning back into a completely normal town,

All is starting to find its rhythmic motion

As if it were some sort of hideous potion. 

Nature or Nurture?