Storm
Beginning in the distance,
as it makes it’s slow advance,
dark gray clouds will gather,
and fill the sky’s expanse.
Birds will take to shelter,
squirrels go in a tree,
whirling winds will blow,
as far as one can see.
The sky lights up with with sparks,
and thunder sounds its roar,
the land grows deep and dark,
as the rain begins to pour.
The storm leaves all things clean,
and water for bird and man,
it’s life for you and me,
and terror throughout the land.
Stephen E. Gibson