Night Storm is heralded by a thunderous roar.
Consort so vile is the torrent rain downpour.
Lightening startles in torrid lashes.
Intricate pattern of frolicking slashes.
Southernmost winds whip in zealous glee,
and callously strip leaves from graceful magnolia tree.
Suddenly an eerie silence prevails.
Wind speaks in whispers, rather than wails.
Harken the rumble of a freight train near.
That sound above all others, instiller of fear.
Minutes pass like eras as my fate I await.
Will I be spared, or face judgement this date?
Train lumbers by at a maddening pace.
Heart pounds in fear as body quakes.
Hands humbly pressed together and lips moving in prayer,
asking God's grace that my life be spared.
Reverently, I give thanks as the Night Storm moves toward the east.
Now I offer prayers for those still in the path of the beast.