The rain starts
And I awaken
I must be sure
I can’t be mistaken
The thunder cracks
And I strike
Shaking the darkness
With my might
Anything evil
Will be crushed
But only if
I am not rushed
I move to kill
Then become mist
Touching the ground
The blood has kissed.
@jibbidy34 Feb 2022
This could have been the poem for Storm Eunice last week! Definitely a stormy, violent feel to this.