Waiting For the Storm

The earlier sky of blue is gone, storm clouds gather in the sky. There'll be a storm before the dawn. The wind picks up, scattered leaves fly. The trees are dancing their ballet. The wind's whisper is now growing loud. A change in the weather is on the way. The sky is filled with dark clouds. I stare at the sky, awaiting the rain. Eagerly awaiting the storm. Only touches of the once blue sky remain. As the thunderclouds start to form. I love the thunder and lightning, a rainstorm after a stifling hot day. Others may find storms frightening but I love to watch the sky play.