The shrieking silence

It came trouncing upon,
To wash away the blossoms,
The shadows grew on and on,
I stood there wondering and watching the change.

Moving ahead on the road,
The wind that felt was cold,
The sky was wearing a dark cloak of clouds,
With the light joyful cheering of birds drew away.

Rays of light sometime played hide and seek,
It was the silence before the storm,
There strikes the lightening and thunder,
And the storm begin as well as the journey.