The Storm Comes Poem by joshua treece

It starts clouding up
The air drops about
Ten degrees
The surrounding start to
Get darker

You look around for
Some where to stay so
You don’t get rained on
As you think you see a
Shack

As more and more
Clouds surround the sky
You start to move faster to
Towards the shack to
Get out, out of the rain

You get closer and closer
To the shack and you feel it
Coming right behind you in a
Rush of chill

Then you feel one dropp and two
And you know that you can’t
Stop it

You stop running knowing
That you can’t stop it from coming
You start to walk to the shack and
The next thing you know

It opens up with no signs of
Stopping any time soon