A crystal blue
Sullied by a darkened hue
Impending storm
It’s nature’s norm
Precipitates fear
And unknown despair
Protection mechanisms of yore
Informs to secure, find shelter and store
Then a rumble, a tumble
A horrendous grumble
Flash of light
Quick and glaringly bright
Afraid and fearful
Shelter we seek
Scramble, scour for shelter; almost hopeful
Humbled by thee, understand we humans are meek.
