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
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