Tempest Of Storms Blow

Clouds dark; menacing, silence upon stillness grows.

The coldness gives way; the heat soon begins to rise.

Heaviness clings to the tepid air; the wind rises and blows.

Alarms send signal with a continuous and eerie roar.

Dogs begin to howl as birds seek bushes and trees.

So black; so dark; God save us is mortal mans plea.

The wind starts to scream; the house violently shakes.

Then all is still once more….

The storm has passed with only a few downed trees in its wake.

More they say are on the way…shouldn’t be long now.

Praying am I still that no harm will befall anyone anyhow.

J. Allen Wilson © 3-15-2008