Strong Brew

A storm is brewing Yet there is an eerie calm skies are blue and the weather warm There isn't much of a breeze And even the trees seem at ease But this is just the calm before the storm An illusion of deceitful charm To numb the senses and to disarm Thunder rumbles loud and clear A sign the storm is getting near Gray clouds now have darkened the sky As the rain pours down its gushing reply The wind is now a howling beast Its fury coming from the east And as it blows the trees bend low As thunder's voice in loudness grows The lights flicker then go out As lightning splits the sky in two Now there can be no doubt The storm is at its strongest brew! ---- 4/17/16