Dueling Branches and Distorted Faces

Moonless night, dark and sullen

 broken by the sounds of

dueling branches that crack and groan

as they tap, slide and grind against the night.

Silent distorted faces stretch and roll

 on the window pane-

illuminated by curtains of light. 

Incessant wind blows, billowing curtains,

 casting eerie shadows.

A million gusts with angry voices

roar and scream wildly.

Strobes of lightning flash and brighten the clouds-

stabbing the sky, giant drops bleeding  

as they pound the ground with angry fists.

Snake Valley fills with deafening noise.

In time, soft predawn light,

unmasks the demons, scattering them abruptly,

 and throws a mighty, double rainbow on the face of the rain-soaked sky.