Storm of Destruction and Pain

I could tell just by the way the storm looked at a distance that it was to be a bad one. There was none of the radiant light or cool winds of the leading edge that signal a powerful but much needed summer storm. This one loomed black and ominous, a solid wall of darkness that I somehow knew would break bad.

All afternoon it sat at a distance and continued to build. By early evening it had grown to massive proportions and I could feel it's dark presents without even looking to see it was there. Eventually it began to move forward, slowly at first then building speed and momentum. When it broke it was with the furry and rage of a wounded beast, mauling and maiming everything in it's path. Seeking to inflict as much damage and cause as much pain as possible before it's life drained away. It was an evil thing with a dark heart and seeking naught but to destroy.

I can't say for sure how long it lasted it, a few hours maybe, but it felt like days. There was no chance of sleep, no way to find comfort. It drained the hope and wearied the hearts of all it came upon. When it did eventually move off it left a wake of devastation and pain. What had taken years to build up was laid to waste in mere minutes, all that was left lay desolate and empty. Shattered remnants of what had been before could be found scattered about, bits and pieces of what bad once been lives.

What happens next is yet to be seen.