A lingering anticipation
Tenses your muscles
The very fibers of your being
Alert
Waiting
Your throat constricts
A thump in your chest moves you
Something screams inside your skull
For the thunderous booms
That will invade your ears
Lingering
Pleading
Everything is still.
The drums erupt.
Pummeling the shingles
The wind howls in grief
At the loss of it all
Everything is washed away
A barren, hard wasteland
A rain of tears mourns for you
What once was hard, softens
Tremors pulse
In the aftermath
After a short while
And a long eternity
It ceases.
The anticipation begins once more.
