Darkness too, from the East Cometh

April showers bring May flowers, but life storms come in all levels of intensity leaving aftermaths impossible to predict be it short term chaos or long-term growth.

Prussian clouds encroach 
sending forth rolling thunder as emissary and herald alike.
The rabbits and squirrels, fieldmice and fowl, note and attend:
they withdraw to burrows and nests, wood pile and grove.
They hear,
they heed, 
they trust what comes shall eventually leave,
yet the in-between is a twilight scene: 
breath held, muscles tense, claws gripping
limbs for storm coming hence.
Iris bob as the winds increase, 
long grasses swept like waves on a sea,
and the world silently waits to see 
what 
will be.