Outside the rains descending torrent

does pour

welling up beyond the knees;

drowning delicate Rosebuds,

that would  have flowered in time.

Outside bolts of lightning

flash across the way

linking the heavens with earth,

striking what may.

The external wind is sharp

its roar fierce

the combined power of it all

is greater than the mighty legend of Hercules.

From Within this Temple

a Tempest

twists and turns;

this tempest

is worse than doom;

It would have wilted

the delicate Rosebuds anyway

before they had a chance to bloom.