Storm

Ominous gray wall
Looming.
Boom of sky drums,
Shake the earth.
Heavens cry,
Form rivers on
Sodden asphalt,
Soak through your shoes,
Into your socks.
Even the glossy green is gloomy
As the leaves weigh down the trees,
The branches twist and bend,
Threatening to snap.
The icy sting as torrents
Pour from slippery fronds,
And splash onto your bare skin,
Then the chill as each frosty bead
Snakes down.
A gust sweeps through the woods
Wraps its glacial arms around you,
Closing you in.
The rain falls in a frigid sheet
Barring you from the outside world,
And you are alone.