5 July 2012
Roaring across the opal sky Comes a wave of frothing clouds Menacing and blackening The sound of angry riot crowds
Blue skies fade, birds cease to sing Heavy pearls begin to fall Slow at first, then gaining pace The haze of rain becomes a wall
Wailing wind, through trees and eaves Clouds above rotate and whir A wispy tendril snakes from the sky As a funnel cloud begins to stir
Deafening wind and blinding rain As the funnel hits the ground Tornado; strong yet beautiful Yet terrors in it's wake resound
Destroying lives and homes and land On it's fatal, lazy path Lightning forks: a toothy grin Thunder rolls: a mirthless laugh
But soon it limps and fizzles out It's dying breath, mourned by few A fearsome and majestic storm There's beauty in destruction too.
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Beauty In Destruction • Opuss № I