Up on the hill by the mansion
Beneath a loud luminous sky
Clouds race in from the North-
A rogue storm nears.
Gusts of wind demolish fields and trees
A blur of brown, orange, and green fly by.
The ground liquefies
Tree limbs are scattered everywhere.
All around the mansion is darkness,
Violent pulsing so flashes,
Long wicked shadows,
And the shatter of broken windows.
The mansion sits lifeless in the madness-
Suddenly, roaring winds and wild lightning vanishes,
The calm whistling air enters-
They enter one by one through the windows
Bringing a soft tune of melancholy.
The air replaces humid sheets of rain and wind,
For a shower of refreshing ones-
Now the mansion hums in tune
With the light rain.
Darkness fades into dusk-
Skies over the horizon become clear.
But land lies in waste,
The sight from yesterday
Has been taken away
By the rogue storm.