THe sky is dark, and the wind does blow, <br />The horizon has a misty glow. <br /> <br />An earie feeling well's up deep within, <br />As we waite for the storm to begin. <br /> <br />The animals stir with fright, <br />So wonder how bad the storm will get tonight. <br /> <br />The wind picks up, and the rain comes hard, <br />We stand at the window and stand guard. <br /> <br />The trees now bending too and throw, <br />You can see debris a float among the water flow. <br /> <br />The howl of the wind is ferocious and long, <br />The thunder is pounding out it's song. <br /> <br />As the rain lets, and the sun shines bright, <br />At the storms end, in it's place a beautiful rainbow is in our sight.<br /><br />Kimberly McCreary<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-storm-81/
