The Last Storm
I made sure to embrace
every second of that day
because I knew we were going to die.
I took extra note of the weather,
the air was crisp accompanied by the wind,
blowing the radiant amber leaves ever so gently.
The sun was shining down,
allowing your eyes to sparkle,
revealing an amazingly brilliant shade of hazel
The few clouds were lingering in the sky,
brighter than a fresh layer of snow,
their destination a mystery.
But when the wind picked up,
and the clouds multiplied turning the world a dull grey,
the weather was no longer safe.
So we squinched together silently in the small, somber basement
as the weather crumbled the outside world.