The clouds roll in, they turn to gray
Seems a storm is on the way.
At first, there's nothing but a slight breeze
Rustling through the maple trees.
The winds pick up, the clouds turn black.
The storm moves forward, never back.
You hear the thunder, the rolling kind
And the rain will eventually pour in time.
The rain starts now, a drizzle at first
Just a little taste to quench your thirst.
The thunder gets louder, lightening is near.
The storm isn't coming, it is now here.
The rain now pours, the wind really blows.
The storm comes in, but then it goes.
The lightening stops, the rain slows down
As the storm loves to another town.
-KMP-
Copyrighted � 2000, Katherine M. Parisse |
