The Storm Unfolds Poem by Mandi June

Forcing secrets from the earth the clouds build slowly higher.
Rising thickness in the air predicts war to transpire.
For nothing can wane the thunder and rain as the black forces light to retire.

Decreasing space from the sphere to beyond, disorder unfolds overhead.
The turbulence breaks, allowing the mist
to dissolve as the winds come instead.
The grass and the trees sway forth in the breeze and the sky fades from copper to lead.

And, so it begins, with the chaotic eye, violence induced from the storm.
Passionate driving of wrath, unsurpassed, refusing besiege or reform.
Power and might pound into the night as the unrest continues to swarm.

But, suddenly then, from the depths of the night the rumbling of hatred decreases.
From virtuous lasers of uplifting light the fury succumbs, and then ceases.
Celestial bliss forces fear to dismiss and the pressure of Nature releases.