STORMS

The Skies are Whispering of an Approaching Storm. What I Hear tells me that it's Ver Near. Clouds begin to Rumble, the Sound is deafening to my Ear. Be Cautious of the Beauty in a Storm, it's something to Fear. I Watch in Wonder, How Long Will it Last? I've Taken Shelter, Clear of its Path. The Rain Starts Falling Harder, than I've Ever Seen. I Can't Wait till it Passes and the Air Smells So Clean. Creeks and Rivers Start to Rise, claiming everything as its Prize. All Happening Before my Very Eyes. I So Enjoy Watching Peeking Through My Door. Storms Come Looking Like They Have a Chore. I'l be Here Watching the Next Time You Come Once More...