Twister

Dark clouds gather around the sky. It's not monsoon. It's just all that's thought unnatural, coming in a very natural sort of way, so you'd think it was just supposed to happen.

The clouds swerve, mesmerising you with their beautiful, yet daunting formations, threatening to strike no sooner than after you're done looking. Slowly, ever so slowly, they intertwine, then as suddenly as they'd slowly appeared, they explode with wrath. Twisters spew forth of the amalgamation. The ground you just stood on, the scenery around you and everything that was a part of it barely a few seconds ago is gone, all gone. Wiped off the face of this plane of existence.

Lightning flashes. Your nerves tremble. Your thoughts freeze. Your mind races. What happened? How? Why? How did you not see this coming? You did. It was there all along, brewing. The blue sky turned cloudy. You admired it then. Looking at formations. Clouds so eloquently painted on the sky you'd think they were meant to be there for all the right reasons. Then the chill goes up. The clouds turn dark.

Dark clouds gather around the sky. Not monsoon. All that's thought unnatural, coming very naturally, like it was supposed to happen. Just supposed to happen. It rages on, the storm. swooping up all in it's path, leaving a trail of devastation; homes brought to the ground, though some houses remain standing; raging on to sweep it's wave of destruction and unconditional, undiscriminated obliteration.

Nothing seems to stop it for those few minutes of it's existence. It is all powerful. Laws bow before it's might, giving way to the unreasonable. Yet, in those moments of tragedy, lunacy will raise it's head, and reason will crash before it, for complete loss of comprehension. Why now? Why after all this while? No. It never left, it never came. In the gentle breeze in the evening. Those cold draughts by the window, that send split second chills down your spine. It's there. It's there in all of that, everywhere. Building up, waiting. Waiting to unleash it's fury when you very least expect it. Why? Because, unfortunately, that is the way it is. The inevitable. If only there were ways to see, realise the inevitable before it raises it's obvious, fiery, soul-burning head; torching hopes, visions and dreams. And it will always happen at the worst time. But only if you let it.

Dream on.