When the howling of the wind intensifies The hairs on my skin stand alert My heartbeat doubles The adrenaline pumps harder and my scowl turns into a smile I know what is coming, I know that which approaches, having the wind as it's herald. The trees wave, welcoming the wind as they also anticipate the coming of she who blesses the earth with patters of life sustaining nectar. She sends forth another harbinger which rumbles with noise like that of a million warlords chanting at the top of their voice as they ride into battle. They, in unison, puts a halt on mortal activities as women, children and even men run and hide at the wake of their raging tempest. Except Me. Like a man devoid of reasoning, I rush out Face up to the sky, beaming smile, expecting eyes, and outstretched arms to welcome her once again They look, they judge me with their eyes, they say I've lost it, they call me insane! But they don't know how just as the trees, I've found comfort in each droplets she release and finally, here she is! In all her dark majesty, she comes, blocking out the sun and gaining control of the skies- her destiny, the Empress of Turbulent Skies and Shifting Sands. She crackles as her light flashes from the sky down to earth Her faithful servant exclaims her praise in rumbles And her herald worships in heightened howls.