Storms Comin

Storms coming, saw the angry red sky. Went out back on the decking a hummingbird was dodging around but there was no feeder, threw it away when she left. Winds up, storms comin, farm gates creaking and swinging and that old oak cross-bar is real heavy I made it that way. Dogs rattled the cat won't leave the damn kitchen it gets under my feet while I try to fix eggs in a skillet. Yep, now I hear the loco coming, seems like a tornado heading my way but it's just the Chattanooga to Nashville line winding its way around the property. Storms coming though, she wrote saying she ain't comin back. Tonight I guess the storms gonna hit hard, yep, from the barrel mouth of my own shotgun. I sure see it coming.