The day dawned dark and gray,

The sky gloomy, covered in heavy, ominous clouds,

The air sharp with the scent of an imminent yet never-arriving storm,

Clammy, stifling, suffocating.

Longing for the release of the tempest,

For the drenching, torrential downpour,

For the lightning crackling through the murky heavens,

For the booming thunder that shakes the earth,

For the freshness of a rejuvenated world,

But most of all,

Longing for the golden rainbow arching over the clouds

After the unrelenting storm.