Beauty In Destruction

It is serene and quaint, like the calmness before a storm. I can sense it build behind me. Slowly it is growing, taking control. It growls at me as if telling me who is in charge here. But I am relaxed as if I am unaware of its existence. I know it is there, I am not oblivious to the impending doom. But there is no terror in my eyes. My heart still beats in its tranquil rhythm. My soul is welcoming it, allowing it to take over me. For I see beauty in it where you see destruction.