PIECES OF SKY

It was a beginning sound, like an

orchestra finding it start, each

instrument achieving an evenness

of created strength.

 

So was it with the beginning of the storm.

A confluence of parts formed overhead,

lining up like soldiers on opposite sides,

rising quickly to the challenge, breaking

silence into a riotous charge.

 

Pieces of the sky combined into a mass

of fury. Clouds amassed into mountains.

Winds became boisterous. The sky swirled

like a potters wheel. Thunder pressed

into humid layers of hanging air.

And then…

 

…the storm.

 

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