The sky is dark,and the wind does blow,
The horizon has a misty glow.
An earie feeling wells up deep within,
As we waite for the storm to begin.
The animals stir with fright,
So wonder how bad the storm will get tonight.
The wind picks up, and the rain comes hard,
We stand at the window and stand guard.
The trees now bending too and throw,
You can see debris a float among the water flow.
The howl of the wind is ferocious and long,
The thunder is pounding out it's song.
As the rain lets up, and the sun shines bright,
At the storms end,in it's place a rainbow in our sight.
(c)2009 Kimberly McCreary
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