Storm clouds gather on the horizon.
The wind blows thick and hot.
The air crackles.
Lightning strikes far away.
Thunder rumbles.

Our heads ache.
Our hearts break.
We watch and we wait,
and we fear what will come,
helpless, hopeless, powerless.

The ice melts.
The seas rise.
The light fades.
The pressure mounts.

So gather your people,
gather your things,
gather your knowledge,
gather your wits,
gather your courage,
gather your songs,
gather your bearings,
gather yourselves,
and hold onto trembling hands.

Breathe.
Wake up.
Batten down.
Look out.
Hold on.