The colors of life

The storm (white)

The scattered colors of white ran across the dark sky,

Ripping sounds of anger flowing through the air.

We all knew it was here, but never feared.

The wind picked up, blowing the small leaves off the trees.

Trees danced in the wind, while the wind sung its distant song.

This was when the storm was getting strong.

The aftermath of the storm left all of us indoors, fearing to go out side I slowly unlock the door.

Walking slowly through the rubble I look up at the sky, seeing the beautiful colors of life, made a tear run down my eye.