A soft, whispering breeze, stirs the leaves on the trees, <br />And then suddenly, a gust, lifts the dry settled dust, <br />Things start moving about, and now there's no doubt, <br />That a storm's on the way, coming in from the bay. <br /> <br />So it's shutters up folks, there's no time now, for jokes, <br />Batten down all things loose, and bring in the old goose, <br />Or she'll screech out in fright. Now hold her quite tight. <br />There, the rain has begun, and the winds having fun. <br /> <br />It'll hang around for a bit, so we'll just wait and sit, <br />Until all's calm once again, with the going of the rain, <br />Clouds will part, sun will peep, and the foliage weep, <br />And a soft, whispering breeze, will stir the leaves on the trees. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whispering-breeze/
