Storm

A storms coming, I can feel the tension in my throat. Hustling, bustling people, Scurrying all about. A storms coming, I can feel my lungs struggling for a breath. Kindness left one day, It was always supposed to stay. A storms coming, I can feel my heart racing. People taking, killing, very unforgiving. Searching for a way out. A storms coming, I can feel my stomach growl in anticipation. Those who can, Buy what they must! A storms coming, I can feel the trembling in my legs. The climate burns, broils, and roils, No water, no food, no shelter anywhere! A storms coming, I can feel my feet try to retreat. We have breached the gap, No more people will be coming back! A storm is coming, It's not going away. I feel the fear, Even before it gets here!