...one may call "IT" only spring showers, but better I know...

It’s coming from the west,
Teeth bared, rain its saliva,
On the maps in greens & reds,
Rain & many a thunder storm,
Possibly hail will therein form…

Like a creature, towards us it swarms,
Hiding, man does of it transform,
From hunter & gatherer of the clan of man,
To fearful cave dweller, hiding today in his cellar…

Its tentacles reach outward even now,
Though its body is far in the west,
I do not tell you all this in jest,
But to warn you of an impending doom,
On the horizon to the west this doom does loom…
© -me- 4/19/15