The clouds began to build,
and as the morning progressed,
the blacker the skies became.
First one drop then another,
the rain fell upon the ground.
The rain; a harbinger of events,
the wind was sure to bring.
a torrent of rain fell,
from the heavens its energy spent falling,
each raindrop pounded,
recklessly into the ground.
The winds blew in fierce gusts,
rocking the trees to and fro,
pruning and breaking the limbs
from trees the limbs flying aimlessly,
through the skies to nowhere.
Then with a crash,
and a boom the thunder told,
its telltale story, lightning had struck the earth.
One bolt, then another struck,
the flashes, and the booms,
growing more frightful,
with each strike.
The storm increased its ferocity,
lighting flashed, thunder echoed,
throughout the land,
they flashed and boomed,
in a continuous concert,
of nature’s purest and finest notes.
Hail began to fall assaulting the earth,
usurping the rains path from the clouds,
the once whispering rain,
now replaced with raucousness,
of pop, click, and thud.
The concert continued,
sustained by constant rain and hail,
prolonged by incessant lighting,
uninterrupted by perpetual thunder,
and conducted by none other,
than the Divine Wind.
Of course, the earth will survive,
and when the conditions are favorable,
the Divine Wind will pick up its baton,
and begin a new symphony,
using only the purest notes it has to offer.
Just as it has done for time without end,
All living things are invited to attend,
and every one of us is guaranteed,
a front row seat to watch and listen,
to the symphony the Divine Wind conducts.
All the elements of the symphony are;
written and conducted by the Divine Wind,
it cares not whether,
its performance is or isn’t enjoyed,
its joy is measured by the destruction,
it leaves in its wake.
And the aftermath of nature’s symphony,
the earth will cleanse itself,
of what remains behind,
and will wait patiently for the next gala opening,
of the Divine Wind’s newest symphony.