Before the break of swirling storm
Brighting, terror, the screams of warm
Arches staining the broken sky
The subtle, non-asked, that questions why
In air thats fills with wings for flight
Shrilling, bands of loud delight
Comes foreboding, a sorrows cry
Demanding, a will, to non-comply.
Hat tip: “Before the Breath of Storm” – Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts