storm of the night

I am temporarily perched on the porch watching the storm roll in. Darkness mysteriously gliding over my head, teasing me as to where it will land. Thunder rattles as the breeze blows away all cares. Life brings good and bad; uncontrollable happenings. Craving balance and fighting desire. White cloud merely blends with rich gray. Such a sever jagged edge between green tips and gray. The turning leaves softly flutter to the ground, like shedding of skin. First vibrant green, then colors of autumn. Soon will be time to bare all; a bland brown. The thunder rolls louder now, the wind sends blonde in a whirl. The leaves that are left blow in a peculiar pattern. Perhaps a rain dance of sorts? Obliging the clouds release their rain, providing for this world once again. Distractingly shielding worlds of things beyond itself.