Dark clouds hover
                Ominously in the sky

                                     A harbinger
                              Of what is to come

                                     Cloaked in green
                                                  He is there
                                                    Standing
                                                   Watching
                                                      Waiting
                                                   Taking in
                                       The Deep Breath
                                        Before the storm

                               White seagulls soar
                                          Gliding through the sharp,
                                    Jagged precipices
                                                              A thousand feet
                                                                                   Above

                                                                   Blue water roars
                                                 Sloshing against the sides
                                                               Of the slabs of gray
                                                              Creating a current
                                                                       Of forceful waves
                                                                                 Underneath

                                                                                                             It begins