Storm season

Its almost that time of year,
When your storms come
and you rain your fire upon me
dark clouds gather, shades
of grey painting the vast welkin

Lights flashing under your roars
heralding your approach
Tension that splits the vista
Like a reckoning of the gods

I sit and wait, readily, prepared,
each time you surprise me
Your raw energy depletes me
Drains me like a succubus

bereft of your hunger you dissolve
Leaving me an empty vessel
Mindless thoughts echoing
While the rains are pooring down