A Storm Is Brewing

A storm is brewing, danger ensuing Alarms are sounding in town Gale winds are blowing, rain ongoing Streak lightning straight up and straight down Mother and father, sons and daughters Quickly make way for protection The sky was on fire, storm fed desire As it mounted it's insurrection They make it to cover, hug each other Mother nature releases ferocity Timely eschewing, the storm that was brewing They listen with curiosity Inside was quiet, outside a riot While they patiently waited it out Rehearsed and prepared, no one was scared Then that was the end of the drought an original poem by Daniel Turner