The Storm

Storm!

It is now brewing.

The slow clouds gather,

for ruthless feast. 

A moment dies,

another born is.

The smell of fire

burdens skies.

Electric kiss -

a hiss of dragons,

a thunderclap

explodes in ire.

The first rain drops

fall heavy, oily;

to touch soon dirt

and turn to mud. 

Beneath the grime,

somewhere hidden,  

a future life

expects the rain.

Mindful are the seeds

of nothing,

but water only

that will bring them life.