A roaring sound engulfs my head
What is it I ask? as I look for protection
At last I rest and look from the shed
The storm approaches in my direction.
I see the raindrops piercing the pond
Water shoots up as if resting on spikes
The wind blows hard and the green leaves fall
The sky is black and the lightning strikes.
The birds take shelter and animals hide
The fish don't worry, "We are protected"
The air is gusty, and the wind blows wide
The water rises but this is expected.
Suddenly, gone from a pond of plenty
In just a few seconds, that's all it takes
The water spills and the pond becomes empty
Migrating ones home, far down to the lakes.
Don’t take thing for granted!