Wind/Storm
First,
there's an eerie proverbial
stillness
the calm-
followed by that spooky
greenish
cast
and then the gathering
of
clouds
a darkening-
an ominous swirling
hail
and the roar of a
devil
wind.
Finally,
rain
pelting
scattered, broken
heaps-
nothing
but debris.
This poem is about:
Our world