Riding the Storm Out

Soon the tempest wields its scorn While it greets another town The wind will blow its mighty horn As the waves come crashing down Clouds swirl in darkened skies Rain comes flying down in sheets Panic as the waters rise And it floods the many streets Time for all to seek shelter See the townsfolk in despair As they're running helter skelter Smell the thick salt in the air Pity for the huddled masses As they cower till the dawn Praying hard that it passes But still the storm rages on