My contribution to the Prompt 25, Haiku and Decima Challenge posted by Ronovan. Cheers.
Haiku We notice how warm it becomes before the storm, yet you wait, poised, calm. The Storm - A Decima Across the sea there is a storm approaching. We see the rain fall distantly, will hit as a squall quite soon. The dark clouds start to form demonic shapes beyond the norm, beyond our usual reckoning. We see a light that's beckoning us into safe harbour until the storm blows out, the air is still, we drink to what the seasons bring.