The fog covers the skies
light fades as dark clouds rise
The pitter of rain drowns all sense
thunder groans intermittently in suspense
The storm is brewing
the wind is rustling
The trees are shaking
and twigs are breaking
The birds are quiet
The bursts of violet
Sheltered I listen, my mind is silent
The sounds echo and roar so violent
With the smell of rain like brass
I wait for the storm to pass
In awe of the world torn asunder
I look up at the sky, full of wonder.