Storm

by Devereaux Richardson, Junior

Fall 2016

The wind always bears bad news. It whispers tragedy in every verse. The clouds follow in suit. They brew and darken by some unforeseen force of nature. I watch as nature slowly unfolds. As the world lights up as on the first day I watch the destruction. All the black with glorious shimmers of light. The bolts strike the colorless flag. The skies boom with pleasure as the flag burns. The screams sound like distant birds flying high through the air. The innocent, the wrongdoers bleed through their teeth as they burn together. Such sorrow yet the world still spins. The spin rips apart the very fabric of nature. What fabric of nature? The flag still burns. Did the flag ever stop burning? Who lit the fire? Madness overcomes us all. As I watch the storm disappear, a new one begins to manifest itself. The fresh teardrops I lost myself into fade away for now. Off in the distance a flash.