Light pitter patter on the roof,
The soft trickle in the drain.
Getting heavier now,
Rolling thunder and bright flashes of light,
That was the night of the storm.
Wind rustling the leaves in the trees,
Waves crashing onto the beach,
Tides changing creating white caps.
The storm approaches.
The wind dies and the air gets heavy.
Thunder breaks the silence.
A train approaches though there are no tracks.
Wind and dirt lift everything in it's path.
Silence again.
Nothing left but the survivors of the storm.
Nothing left as far as the eye can see,
A single path of destruction,
Leading right to the sea.
