Storm

There once was a girl

who always stood on a field

gazing off to the distance

as the wind blew through her hair

When I gathered the courage

I walked up to her

and asked this question

"Why do you stand here?"

She stood there for a moment

gazing so focused, she didn't hear me

her entire thought on gazing

focusing her attention on one spot

and then, suddenly, she said

"A storm is coming."

The way she said it,

almost like she'd been expecting it

Then I saw the clouds

black angels bringing omen

messengers of doom

the darkest dreams come alive.  

And I was scared, so scared

I ran as fast as the wind

but the girl called out to me

"Don't run away!  The storm comes for me!"

The storm comes for me...

What did that mean I wondered.

But before I could ask

the clouds roared

Then, the heavens opened up

and a cyclone descended on the girl

it was as if hell itself had come

to steal her soul.  

Lightening struck, thunder roared,

the cyclone engulfed the girl in it's grasp.  

I hid behind a rock, terrified,

fear beyond fear embraced me.  

Then it all stopped.  

The lightening, the thunder

and when I looked the cyclone was gone

along with the girl.  

Nowadays I usually stand in that field

and wonder why she let it take her,

and where she ended up.

But some things you never know...

All I know is,

Never underestimate a storm...