The Storm Overhead

The storm ovehead A storm is brewing in the dark of the night You can see the flashes in the distance of the light so bright In the very distance of the night lighting up the sky Sometimes It will be here very fast and other times by and by With the lighting zig zagging through the cloudy countryside We sit and count till the thunder comes to where we abide Just to find how long we have before we have to hide A sky that’s lit with many shades of blue, black, indigo and white In it comes with the flow of the tide and up the rivers so tight And so it goes round and round and often you can feel it hide Reappearing just when it is time for that ebb tide At times its far away and others just overhead Thunder shakes all around and especially the garden shed A storm is something people can really hate As it can really frighten them and make them quake Others will stand and stare in wonder at the frightening glare And be at total peace with the elements and totally unaware Of the many dangers that may be had standing there 23-4-16