THe sky is dark, and the wind does blow,
The horizon has a misty glow.
An earie feeling well's 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, and the sun shines bright,
At the storms end, in it's place a beautiful rainbow is in our sight.
Kimberly McCreary
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-storm-81/
