The Calm Before The Storm Poem by Reilly Murphy

The calm before the storm

I am the calm before the storm,
Before the sin comes an eerie warm.
Just as you close your eyes to relax,
my inevitable cold leaps out and attacks.

I seduce you with the beating sun,
but before you know it the narrative has been spun.
The floods of rain come in quick succession,
attacking you with vicious aggression.

But I fear you have come wise of my trick,
No matter what I bring you somehow always predict.
'Don't be fooled' they laugh and jeer,
'the sun is but temporary a disturbance is near'

'This is the calm before the storm,
her jests have grown old she can't tease us with warm.'