the angry sky was snarling.
                      it was ripping, snorting mad.
                             i knew we were in for it.
                                   it was going to get bad.
                                       i wore moisture like a coat.
                             sweat was running down my brow.
                        it was coming up a cloud.
                   we were going to get plowed.
              it had been sunny and warm.
       but now black clouds filled the sky.
             A WARNING CRACK OF THUNDER!
                    the storm would not be denied.
                         i went in my apartment.
                                stood looking out the window.
                                       did not like the looks of things.
                           a stiff breeze began to blow.
                   i then turned on my t v.
           to see where the storm would head.
   the radar screen came alive.
          the most intense part was red.
               that was to the west of us.
                    it was heading straight this way.
                         i went back to the window.
                              the clouds roiled in dismay.
                                   lightning stabbed down in fury.
                                   shattered clouds cried out in pain.
                              the wind shook my apartment.
                         then came the hail and the rain.
                    the thunder roared out my name.
               the storm had me in its sights.
          i was trapped with no escape.
     my nerves were trembling in fright.
the sirens began to wail.
where was i going to go???
     a tiny room my shelter.
          didn't feel very safe, though.
               i don't like cramped, small places.
                    but i hate storms even more.
                         then the damn fool lights went out.
                              my heart nearly hit the floor.
                                   rain was knocking to come in.
                                        the thunder muttered a grunt.
                                             "go away!" i cried in fear.
                                       (how i hate these stupid fronts.)
                                  it seemed it stormed forever.
                             i thought i would go insane.
                       finally, the storm passed by.
              my nerves were worn out and drained.
       severe storm season draws nigh.
 it happens this time of year.
      i hope
           it doesn't get bad.
                storms are not
                        my thing,
                                you hear?  (i do not
                                        like storms
                                              at  ALL!!)
                                           
(C) Copy written, 2004, by Karla Dorman.