She pulls up the driveway... The storm comes The rain starts to pelt the Earth It begins to splinter the wood Cut into the hard ground Like a knife made to cut The lightning bears its own crackle Shards of it splits the sky And the thunder Oh the thunder rolls Like a bass drum the never ends And brings the ears into fragments As the wind slashes across The landscape, brushing it with steel The rain has no chance to survive It pounds whatever is around As the wind pulses through the air Like a hurricane, lost and brutal To the land it delves into Moving, separating each From its life, into darkness Just like the sky, in the eye Of the ravaging storm Russell Sivey