Storms Poem by Pagan Eisenhauer

As the night creeps in and the light slowly fades, mystery seeps through and falls lightly upon the night.
As the wind blows softly, rustling the leaves. It feels light as a caress being layed upon your skin.
As the earth shakes from deep within its cracks and crevesses the only light to be seen is the light that strikes fast from the heavens above. The boom a second later shakes your very core.
As rain falls down, the Gods above sob in sorrow and rage. Every tear is like ice.
Every sensation so very sweet it hits you deep within. You feel as if it were your first.