Zeus Breathes?

Electricity cut through the sky -
A streak of light,
    A darting current of fate
        splitting and forking into a furious wrinkle
    on the pallid face of this globe.
Like the final signature on a mandate.

Rain squirted from the sky’s gaping wound and spattered on my windows from all angles.
Violently ... like mad dogs.
Cryptically ... like a prologue.

It was in the air, you know,
and I know it sounds cliche,
but I knew you’d die that day.
The clouds often whisper too loud in their bickering.
“He’s due,” I made out amidst their chit-chat.

Belated were the sirens in reassurance of that.