Darkness begins it descent upon the land
The sun waves its final rays of light
Like the last tenuous petals of the rose before it dies
Clouds gather overhead
Build and clash and join as mighty rivals
A grain of sand shivers
Shudders in desparate lonliness
Caught between a rock and a hard place
Knowing from its very soul
The winds of time are neither strong enough
Nor willing
To save it from the onslaught
Horrifying intensity
Of what is to come
The electricity begins to gather in the air
It filters through the heat
And touches every thing
Living and dead
Each leaf and stone
Fibers stand erect like tiny sentinels
Bracing for the wrath of the coming battle
Lightening flashes
Taunting, teasing of hope that will never see the light of day
In the distance
The sheet of rain crosses the land
The earth yields to its power
Lowers its head
Weathers the storm
The mighty drum rolls
Finally finally
The curtain reaches the grain of sand
It drenches and floods almost drowning
Once more the grain is safe
Hidden by the mighty shield from above
Finally it can cry
And no one can see
All that is left is to succumb to the power
It lifts its head
And gives all that is left

Those who dance appear insane to those who cannot hear the music. Mark Kleiman

Kites rise highest against the wind, not with it. Winston Churchill