the wolf howls
the lightening plays havoc
in the sky
excitement boils below
on the firmament
the storm brews
it chews on some people's nerves
and comforts and pleases others
the smell of ozone teases some
makes them smile
it frightens some and makes them cringe
on the fringe of nightmare stuff
the first pitter patter
the wolf howls again
a friend to the storm
the downpour drives him to protection
of the hills, the caves, the havens
for the wild things
nature's child things
they hide, they watch, they wait
they anticipate the calm after the storm