“Storm”

Dark, rain seeded clouds
hung heavily with moisture
over the distant line of earth.
 
Shifting winds of cooler breeze
blew toward the just finished craft.
He saw the gathering storm
across the broad bow of the boat,
although he knew it was there.
 
He was twice ready for the storm.
The rains came suddenly, but with warning,
pelting torrents to the ground, hour after hour,
until the boat rose slowly off the sinful Earth
onto the building ocean.
 
The wind carried the ark
quickly away from all they knew.
 
Through the din of the cries of animals,
he said a quick and silent prayer
and asked for a sign to cross the sky,
when the world again had hope.