I lay staring at a sky

deeper blue than the ocean.

Thin whisps of cloud float by lazily.

A slight breeze catches my hair,

blowing it gently across my face.

Birds chirp contently in the background.

The breeze gains strength, blowing harder now.

The clouds grow bigger, fuller, darker

and the wind turns cold.

The rain starts to fall.

Harder it falls, stinging my face

and soaking me to the bone.

Lightning flashes, dangerously close.

The sky is black now, torrential winds

whipping around me.

I try to stand,

to leave,

but the winds blow me back to the ground.

I am helpless against this godless storm.

As the wind and rain batter me,

I hear, in the distance, the sound of trees

snapping in the violent barrage.

I roll to my back and watch, as the eye of the storm

passes by and for one quick instant,

Peace.

Calm.

Serenity.

Seconds later, the storm is back full force.

Debris is flying all around me, and all I can do

is curl up into the fetal position and wait for salvation.

Finally, the wind dies down.

The clouds lose their color,

and slowly vanish.

The sky brightens, and I slowly stand to my feet

and survey the chaos left behind.