There�s a storm comin�
I can feel it in my bones
A creak and an ache in all my joints
The wind�s pickin� up; feels like rain
It�ll be good for the soil
The dusty fields that roll on forever
From my porch to the hazy horizon
I hope there�s no thunder; it�ll scare the dogs
Floorboards creak with age-
Like my old bones- beneath my rocker
There�s a storm comin�; I better get on in
The kids and grandkids�ll worry