Storm


It rolls in a chilly mist
Hairs stand up, it can't be missed
The leaves turn over to show their bellies
Woodland animals begin to scurry
A flash of light and roll of thunder
Looks to the sky of awe and wonder
The first rain begins to drop
As thermometers begin to drop
The wind blows with all its might
Looks like it is to be a long night
The windows rattle in their place
As darkness falls over the empty space
Rivers form to flow their course
Moving forward, with no remorse
Leaving behind mud in their wake
There is noting left for us to take

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