Storm rising
Slowly the clouds ate at the sky
consuming all in their path
The sun swept onward
and even it fell prey
first a little
then all at once it seemed
the clouds consumed the sun
darkness fell over the land
shadows were no more
darkness was at hand
flashes of light
blinded the air
crackles of static
exploded with despair
winds howled with delight
as they chased the bravest
away from the light
clouds swirled and ripped through the air
then came the tears
pouring over the sphere
sprinkles at first
then a flood
it was hopeless, yet
a tiny beam of light
ever so small
clung to existence
on a fern covered wall
bold in its statement
it began to grow
the storm replied with furry
and fought to destroy
but the beam did not waver
it did not bend
it fought with all its being
and then
began to win
it pierced a giant cloud
then another
the cloud roared with pain
releasing bolts of white light like fire
the beam grew stronger
the winds began to shudder
the beam grew wider
the tears began to dry
the beam became a torch
the clouds started to retreat
running for safety
looking for a place to wait
for the next storm to rise
the sun celebrated its liberty
with a Rainbow of color
it shone brightly
and the storm was over