A writing to distract for a bit

Cleanser
By Aaron J Coyner

Clouds are rolling in
The sky turns an awkward green
Clouds form walls of purple
In an almost surreal scene
The radios all crackle
But this is not a test
The weather map once normal
Now green, red, and all the rest

Bright lightning and the thunder
And a howling swirling wind
While this is an imperfect storm
It may still be an end
The soaking rains come down
With strength we rarely see
To cleanse us of the horrors
Of our recent history

Sirens scream and wail from distance
In the calm before the storm
And the clouds begin to circle
As our fears take a new form
The darkness circles faster
The clouds and spirits drop
A dark uncaring cleanser
Impossible to stop

The quiet peaceful moments
Now drown out by the rain
Tornadoes dropping everywhere
Inflicting untold pain
Within moments it will end
Our plastic lives all washed away
Those emerging from the cellars
Will construct a better day

This does not end our story
Rain, wind and flashing light
A chance for clear reflection
To start over from this night
All the hollow plastic truths
We've heard each other say
But never really thought we meant
All safely blown away

All of those still standing
Will not forget this day
Only after drastic changes
Can we begin anew one day
And I know we've done a lot of things
Taken paths from which we stray
All mistakes are in the past right now
Rinsed clean and washed away
And since you're still here with me
Can I convince you to stay?
To reconstruct ourselves, our lives
And find a clearer way

Yes, it's another dark writing from me. I have been getting better at writing happier and may share those at some point if coerced. That is of course should I ever finish the best of list ... and choose not to just retire from the blogosphere.