Tempest winds bluster all about, with a melancholy melody crying.

Calming breezes have metamorphosed into a maelstrom of energy torn between a constructive replenishment and the destruction of the unwilling.

The outward turbulence is pulling the safeguarded and strong towards its storm through a cacophony of mesmerizing symphonic collisions.

Shards of liquid clash with solid form, streaming in hardened raging rivers to penetrate the opaque.

From behind a protective transparency, the pulsation driven against the window pane transfixes personal pain into threads of tolerance.

Malicious static hypnotically darkens the surroundings in a prosaic imperceptible mood.

Though the fire of daylight is masked by a nocturnal sky, an internal compilation of sentiment is fueled from the envelopment of the etherized thunder.

The lightning pierces like unforgiving blows, seemly without any purpose but to proclaim with strident streaks that there is an omniscient power looming.

How minuscule and fragile life becomes when the sanctity of foundations are uprooted and appearances are distorted without the ability to do battle against the recursion.

The perpetual and undying is owned by nothing earthly; the acknowledgment that the cataclysmic whirlwinds are self depleting brings bittersweet salvation.

Howling masses of rancorous gusts cannibalize themselves until the invasion subsides into shrinking blurs.

The revelation of the transitory squall has materialized its presence to tearfully extract the weak while separately renewing a saturated creation.

The freshness of the air caresses the senses of the flesh and the cleansing nature of life itself, as all of soul and spirit is reincarnated by a baptism of forgiveness.