Calm Before A Storm Poem by Stewie Johnson

She whistles, calling out,
Skies darken, announcing her arrival,
The crowd await a performance,

Man, watches close,
Hushed thoughts, Questions,
Will it come fast?
Will it come slow?
Will it come harsh?
Will it come steady?

Mother nature organizing the show,
Her Power to be manifest to the world,
(Mans destructive force bows to her,)

She will receive applause from the heavens,
Then fall silent
The winds, her encore,

One final show to end it all

The Curtain rises…