A Storm Is On Its Way

One could tell, a storm was well on its way

When birds ceased their melodious song

When skies turned to twilight from what was day

When it was clear to the eye something was wrong

One could tell, a storm was soon to arrive

When leaves shivered from winds pulling clouds astray

When cats clawed at screen doors hoping to hide

When great oak tree trunks bowed, twisted and swayed

One could tell, a storm was mere moments from here

When clotheslines whipped and lost their cargo

When a mute flash of light snaps and rears

When the crack of thunder follows not long ago

And indeed it stormed, but only for a moment

The great beast left nothing but plants damp and content