Run For Cover!

The Titan that lives high in the
sky shuffled his furniture about
up there. We know this, as the
meek downstairs tenants, by
the harsh rumblings above,
overtaking the day's earlier
idyll of birdsong, sunshine and
gentle breezes. Those breezes
swiftly grew to a robust wind,
down here swaying trees and
silencing the birds, while up there
clouds darkened the sun with
their bruised, menacing screen,
and below where there once was
light, darkness and fury prevailed
unleashing a fierce tsunami of
wild, penetrating rain, whose
rampage was soon aided by ice
formed into balls of formidable
will as they pounded surfaces
and hapless living things, as those
that could, scrambled for shelter.