A storm’s a’brewin’ o’er the hill
The sky’s alight in purple hue
Upon the breeze, a bitter chill
I’m certain hail is pushin’ through
The birds are strugglin’ just to fly
Across the rumblin’ of the blue
The rain keeps fallin;’ don’t know why
Darkness stays here within my view.

A storm’s a’brewin’ just ahead
Gray clouds are thicknin’ at the dawn
Loud thunder shook me from the bed
As lightnin’ briefly touched my lawn
High winds are swirlin’ like a top
They’re gainin’ speed as moments pass
Our power lines are sure to pop
Shatterin’ like crashed panes of glass.

A storm’s a’brewin’ o’er the bay
The sky’s as eerie as the night
Another rain, another day
This deluge has no end in sight
Red squirrels are hidin’ ‘neath the bush
They’re seekin’ refuge from the gale
Across our region, storm clouds push
But, in the end, sun will prevail.

© 2007 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection