A stampede kicks up funneled by corkscrew clouds a curse of cumulus The Thunder Master throws streaks across the plains ripping through pastures like gunpowder…
A stampede kicks up funneled by corkscrew clouds a curse of cumulus The Thunder Master throws streaks across the plains ripping through pastures like gunpowder…
They built their cities on the edge of the sea in a time when the sun smoldered long casting shades of fury upon the land…
Now the rain comes in heavy measure from a disgruntled rain god after long years of drought and desecration suffocating the cactus drowning the land…
The wrath is upon us magnificent storm thunder roll, crash sky lights in the night cyclone racing thoughts rain pelting cosmos belting hail blanketing fast…
Lonely little alcove second story up at the edge of town train whistle blasts my memories loud the purple morning glory was summer’s redemption Hodge-podge…
It came down like a spinning top. The air was heavy, then darkness fell, finally the atmosphere became an envelope sealed with destruction. The people…