Boom Boom Pow.

Your presence is that of an oncoming storm

As lightning you bring a brief yet blinding light
Only to vanish as suddenly as you came
Leaving scars wherein you fell

As an ominous cloud you roll unhurriedly across the horizon
Casting shadows in your wake
Sapping the feeble remnants of sunlight as you pass

As rain you drench everything in your essence
Soaking into each thing you touch
Soiling the earth with your acidity and grime

As thunder you announce your presence
Instilling fear to those within your path
And crazed paranoia of the inevitable

And your departure is that of a storm's aftermath
Innocents lay broken and forgotten behind you

The atmosphere clears
But blue skies remain too weak
To creep within the crevices
Of your slate gray walls

And a silence rings, ominous
Waiting for the moment that your charcoal tendrils
Will relinquish their grip upon the horizon.