The Storm

He is the storm Clouds softly rolling in. No warning Only what seems to be the wind in the leaves. Then lightning strikes! Faster than reaction Knives reaching Claws and teeth bared. The rumbling thunder soon follows As his roar rebounds. He is a force Nature’s wrath descending Power unleashed. He is the storm Of orange And black. He is the storm Which fades into the shadows Only leaving the glimmer of his eyes Lightning in the belly of the dark sky That disappears in the distance. He is the storm.