It’s the calm before the storm
Coffee in hand
Observing the pond waters
Still as glass
The air is heavy and wet
Gray skies cloak the sun
A storm is threatening
A category one
Forecasting floods on the way
Winds will sweep across
The coast is set for yet another
of Mother’s Natures furries
It’s not for me I ponder these things
It’s for my little dog
It’ll be a rough few days ahead
He’s fearful of thunder and storms
So now I breath in blessed silence
Storing up patience so I can deal
With days of barking
As he sticks to me for comfort
Blessed peace on Sunday morn
Prelude to approaching storm
Slow moving rain-maker
Just let us keep our power on