The Raging Storm

He comes, shrouded in grey,
Whispering and whimpering at first...
Birds recognize him and flee to their nests in terror.
Gravely he lets out a chilled breath,
And then...ferociously he strikes,
Filled with anger and vengeance,
Bellowing furiously
As he claws the ground with his painted fingers
Violently ripping leaves from trees,
Clutching all life with his icy hands,
Savagely, he shrieks,
Hurling himself upon the earth in his wrath,
The raging storm.