Ruth warren - Dark Skies

Black clouds ahead, there's a storm
moving in;
she can here the thunder rumbling,
before the storm begins.

Raindrops on the window, dancing
amongst themselves;
animals fleeing for safety, as she's
done so often herself.

The blackness of the sky, awaiting
whatever may come;
anticipating havoc in their world,
as she has many times done.

The swaying of the trees, blowing
a soft kiss goodnight;
to the bright, sunny clouds, that
don't excist in her grey life.

The wind becomes stronger now, the
storm is oh, so near;
she watches as the lightning strikes,
and thinks, 'My storm is already here'.

Ruth warren

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