Dark clouds
Begin to cover the sky.
Dreams of warm sunshine,
Are beginning to die.
Rain starts falling,
Cold and fast,
Dreams of long bright days,
Are drowned to the past.
Bright jolts of light,
Filters through the trees,
Dreams of still and soothing air,
Are carried away with the breeze.
Loud cracking thunderous noise,
Piercing to the ears,
Dreams of quiet peaceful nights,
Destroyed by the storm as it nears.

Storm
By NyGirl