The Storms Are Coming

Standing against the winds.

Before they hit.

Staring them down.

With the whisp of the warning

Teasing you with it’s coolness

Before it blasts you with it’s violence.

You see beauty

But know the potential for damage.

And cannot look away.

No matter if the storm blows furious

Or quietly lifts away.

You feel the changes

With the winds.

The Winds