Stormy weather

Leaves crisp and brown rustle in the wind
I can feel the foreboding of a preternatural storm coming
I see dark clouds in the distance
And know it's time to prepare
I see creatures on the move
Scuttling around everywhere.
The leafless branches whip in the wind
There's speckles of rain now in the air
A chill is now reaching out only the brave or foolish will dare
Venture out into what's to come
A storm of epic proportions
To wash away the things that are wrong
And leave a freshness in the air
It will wreak and leave such destruction
But maybe also a cause for hope
To build again from the ground up
Something that's needed most
New beginnings, brand new start
Or will it revert back to the old ways
If it does my friend the storms will continue to come
Time and time again.,