The Storm Poem by Charles Hancock

The approaching storm would soon blow in
So he cracked open the bottle of sloe gin
And poured himself his favorite drink

He watched the lightning flash across the bay
Just like the Fourth of July fireworks display
It would be a good night to just sit and think

He could feel the chill in the early evening air
As he rocked back in his old wooden chair
The ice in his glass made a familiar clink

He watched the clouds begin to boil
The flashes reminded him of a Tesla coil
The lightning and thunder were now in sync

Then came the wind, along with a driving rain
Barreling through like a speeding freight train
It was time to go inside and maybe catch a wink