The sky is ominous without care

Grieving rain clouds tear up without mercy

Clouds with bloodlust strike out at trees and simple grass

Puddles of water collect and form lakes

Droplets tap dance across these formations

Thunder strikes out across the eardrums, and forces us to the floor

Uncaring mother does what she will

We huddle inside terrified of what comes next

Postponing all mortal activities

What tendril of her power will she release in the future?