The Storms Are Coming

The wind blows as the rain pours,

Rumbling thunder roars,

Massive rainclouds burst,

Streaks of lightning lurk,

The rain pours.

The smell of rain fills the air,

The whiteness of lightning is right there,

Tin roofs are lifting,

Dark rainclouds are in the distance,

The small shed might not be long in existence.

The storms are coming,

All of the ants are scuttling,

It's like buckets of rain or Noah's Ark.

Shade sails are swinging,

Farm gates are pinging.

The wind is whistling as heart rates are lifting,

Then the whole shed starts shifting,

All of the animals are panicking,

Silence reigns as they all turn into mannequins,

The storms are here.