STORM

Storms of clouds,

Colours of green & brown, 

Swirling violently all around, There's no denying,

My fear is exciting,

Stones hitting iron,

Hell is knocking on my roof,

Punching through the ceiling,

The noise is deafening,

Can't hear myself thinking,

Lighting cracks, 

My ears it smacks,

Trees are smashed,

Thunder rumbling,

The ground vibrateing,

Water is riseing,

River running down my drive way,

Caravan needs oars, So i can row to shore,

River outside my door.

Colin Bradley