Storm

Ominous gray wall

Looming.

The boom of sky drums,

Shake the earth.

Heavens cry,

Form rivers on

Sodden asphalt,

Soak through your shoes,

Into your socks.

Even the glossy green is gloomy

As the leaves weigh down the trees,

The branches twist and bend,

Threatening to snap.

The icy sting as torrents

Pour from slippery fronds,

And splash onto your bare skin,

Then the chill as each frosty bead

Snakes down.

A gust sweeps through the woods

Wraps its glacial arms around you,

Closing you in.

The rain falls in a frigid sheet

Barring you from the outside world,

And you are alone.