Brewing up a beautiful storm

Ah yes,
I forgot to mention something.
Something you should know,
at least, I think you should know.
A storm is coming.
The horizon foretells it.
I wish it were not so,
that the hands of Father Time
could reach at full force
and push back the
inevitability of the terror
that is coming.
He cannot.
Nothing,
no earthly or heavenly being,
can prevent the wave upon wave
of unquenchable fury
that will come.
And now I've told you,
and your face tells me
I should not
have opened
my big,
runaway,
mouth.