~The Storm~

'The Storm'

In the distance

The storm growled 

And prowled

Like a band of angry lions.

They approached slowly

Marking their territory

With flashes that lit up the sky.

They seemed to be getting 

More and more aggravated 

As they came closer.

The moisture shooting 

Out of their angry mouths

Caused rain and hail to pelt

everything in their wake.

Now they were boldly moving

I could hear them next to my house.

I hid under the covers, shaking.

With final loud rumbles flashes and  cracks, 

That clawed at my roof

They seemed somewhat appeased

And moved South...

I felt lucky to be alive.

Kes©2007