The Storm.jpg(By: Adrian Drower)

Drums, camera flashes above,
Powerful wind gusts blows.
Rain and hail pouring down,
Not a pleasant sound.

The sky is dark black,
Covered with clouds.
In the streets
there are no crowds.

The storm cracks down hard.
Imprisons us in our home.
Now we wait and hope
to get out and roam.

It won’t clear
it won’t go away.
Not even when
it’s a new day.

Finally when it’s done,
We think to ourselves, we won!
Until the future comes,
Then returns… The Storm.