Here's the next poem in a kind of series of poems that I'm writing...
A storm is coming,
You can see it, over there,
The air is stifling, you can feel it,
A storm is coming.
A storm is coming,
You are not ready,
You have no choice.
The weather's changing,
There's no escape.
A storm is coming,
It approaches,
Full of menace,
Prepare yourself,
Or face your death,
And it came...
