Apostrophic Storm

Beneath us, the cold hard ground lies still
Dying grass pokes and scratches our backs
We watch blackened clouds roll across the sky
Ushered in like royal chariots

They fill the pure white canvas of sky
Contaminate it with their putrid black breath
We watch as the clouds join forces, gain power
And prepare to attack

Lightening strikes, thunder booms
Rain gushes down on our world
We watch as you attack us
With this black and white storm

The air is a black hole, dangerously subdued
Armies of white raindrops slap our face
We watch the eye of the storm take hold
As it grabs us in fear

We break free from your oppressive grip
But still the rain falls
Penetrating every skin on our bodies
Unknowingly ravishing our souls

But our minds and our hearts are unwavering shields
Not designed to accept evil ignorance
So our eyes catch yours, the faint eye of your storm
And speak to you in silence

Your black and white storm turns to grey
As you notice us and start to see
We watch the grey clouds recede at the horizon
And we sit up, hypnotized

Copyright Mallery October 2002