The Storm. Poem by David Boyce

The storm.

The storm is coming over
The rain will be here soon
The clouds cover all the sky
Blocking the light out from the moon

The cold and eerie feeling
As the wind whistles by
You know the storm is coming
And you will not be very dry

You will need to get a move on
For the safety of your home
Out of the rain and winds
In a place that is nice and warm

The storm itself will clean the air
Leaving it full of ions
But the threat of thunder
You won't be happy until it is gone


Written by David Boyce
12 February 2011
David Boyce © 2011