The Impending Storm

The sky darkens/ The winds swirl/ The first hail staggers the cattle and scatters the sheep/ The thunder echoes in the valley/ As lightening ignites dry branches in the hollow/ Here the sun was shining/ Here the moon illuminated the trees/ Here the deer found succor/ And all was bright and free/ In an instant all is changing/ Casting doubt into the dark/ As every creature seeks a sanctuary/ Burned to nothing by a single spark