Grey clouds take over, the once bright blue sky
waves are crashing in, sounds of the oncoming new tide
the rain pours down, as the sea moves in
the trees up routed, the grass worn thin
screams echoing, muffled in the wind
defy her fury, and this is what she will bring
dare not ask why, the answer u've heard it,
so there is no where to run no where to stay
wait a bright blue sky, disaster averted,
the missus got her own way
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