An animal's experience when its life is halted by a severe storm. |
Before the day of the wind, Before it aggrandized and became a threat, Before it swirled above me, becoming anything but vapid, I had the sleazy, grass-topped shelter that I called home. Before the scathing hail pounded down on the fur of my back, Although transient and quick to go its way; Before the water from the skies crashed through the trees above me, I didn’t know what was ahead of me. Before the adversity transgressed past the possibility of a small occurrence, And it extricated itself from the obstacles holding it back; Before equitable and salutary became far from a possibility, I could have dug deeper, hiding from the pain. Before the winds tore past the trees and reverberated through the land, Sedulous in their attempt to destroy something, I remonstrated with nature in my mind, telling it not to try, Although its decision was already irrevocable. Before the aura of the threats surrounded me, And I knew of the heinous events to come; Before the oncoming disaster was immutable, I thought I could try to save something. But the forces of nature’s desires made success a sinecure, And the bizarre happenings enveloped me As if castigating me for some unknown wrong-doing, And I couldn’t do anything to prevent it. Before it took everything away from me, Filching from me all that I had to live on; Before my home beneath the grasses was destroyed, Along with the larger, more dense world around it, I had a life to live and an environment to support me; I had a beautiful land filled with everything I had ever needed; I had a future I thought would continue on prosperously, And a tomorrow to look forward to. But now the tomorrow I have ahead of me has changed, And I must prepare myself to start over, To build up everything I had before, And to begin my life again. |