The time before the storm

The sun is acting strangely
Its aura seems to me
To be as bright as ever
And the wind is breaking free
Birds seem somewhat frantic
The coloration too
It really feels unusual
And not altogether true

But its tangible I see it
With my own eyes right now
A stamp of orange lustre
And its blinding really how
Its as if the sun is tempered
With an attitude today
It feels like a confrontation
That will not go away

Clouds are moving into
In a multifarious path
Charging like a war horse
And prepping us with wrath
a resplendence warm and livid
With such an intensity
A stream of golden diadems
Shining down on me

Its radiant and effulgent
Dazzling I can say
A beaming luminescent
The spectrum is away
With brimstone and with lemon
And sulphur,s vision bright
Really i have a birds eye view
Of all this healing light

The leaves they look peculiar
Each colour brought into
A brilliance and a softness
With a warming orange hue
Of cadmium and henna
Of primrose it was there
Picked out by these shafts of light
Coming from everywhere

The wind causes commotion
Wanting attention I would say
Born of invigilation
That does not go away
It hides no doubt in hollows
To break into a night
To be engrossed in energy
And follow with true flight

And now the sun feels angry
Its cherry lips appear
Crimson to the naked eye
Blushing ear to ear
Smoky slate clouds
Wisps of air drift into the scene
Evidence of something strange
Now or just could have been

That glow that probability
The likelihood of rain
Its credible its possible
Though not entirely plain
I have this clear forboding
A prophesy perhaps
A storm is in the offing
Buckle up and tie the straps

Possible the dragons lair
Is sounding off tonight
Is it fraught with danger
Will that big storm bite
Use its cast iron molars
To chew into my wall
Who is there to rescue me
From the darkly squall

The forest is now rocking
With a precept to remain
To work in collaboration
Before the slanting rain
Comes hither it may mesmerise
With solidarity
Really work in fellowship
For the sake of harmony

Defiant all that marbling
Around the suns cold stare
Reprisals may be coming
In a counterblast of air
Perhaps recrimination
And a liberating force
Perhaps more hours of tedium
Directly from the source

The dragon feeling haggard
Ravaged in a way
A shapeless formless cloud formation
Now making its way
Its moving such audacity
Undaunted and unawed
Confronted by our demons
And what is my wooden sword