Unkind kindle

As I was passing this trail, the mountain roars. A crackling sound, a familiar voice. As I continued walking down this well-worn path, I stumbled upon his glorious wrath. Crawling like a snake, devouring its path. Creating a smoke, leaving everything in black. As the leaves fall, flying embers are seen—is it my fault to enjoy this scene? I came back to my senses and left with fright, Understanding nature's true might.