a murmur soft of rain upon the eaves,
a rustling of wind through tender leaves,
a growling low of thunder, in the distance;
no resistance...
the world, an anxious lover, thrills
to feel the coming storm!

a former stillness lost to passion's thrall,
a bustling of birds within the pall,
a howling roar replaces prior whispers;
ending vespers.
the storm, a mighty warrior
has come, the world to own.