The darkness in the sky.
Impends a storm will arise.
From evaporated water.
And friction between the clouds.
The wind whispers tragedy.
To put things to an end.
Buildings, lives, the earth itself.
Will be scarred for sometime.
Why fear what must be?
A natural occurence of devastation.
Is only as bad as you make it.
There's always safety within reach.
While bracing for the storm may be hard.
Just all around straining.
It's something indefinite.
Try your hardest.
Hold on tight.
Because we can make it through the night.