It was in the wild of the day as it came to stay, a storm one morning so. But then it took a breath to still itself,as it rested for the midday sun. Not for long, but around 2pm, the cracks of thunder rolled, while the wind it picked upon the trees. The papers on my desk they took to flight, as I heard the chimes on the front porch bellow in fright. Slamming doors, and windows, as the rain it tumbled upon the corrugated iron. The music of storm is what followed, as the branches of trees, they creaked, and groaned. Beneath the relentless weight of water, and wind, one marvels at life, while there’s is the wait to end..