the sirens call, the dark 
ignited with electricity 
a current surging through 
every pore in the cracked skin 
of the earth. the world stills
every hair on end
sparks, fire, dust, wind
trees fold and sway,
the roar of thunder
through blackened cloud
and stinging rain, the storm 
grows, building like a choir 
until waves of sound 
dip into a subtle hush 
on the glowing horizon
wide-eyed and gaping 
we look on in silence  
to remember we still 
have breath in our lungs  

~weswallowthesun