The thunder clouds are dark'ning
the hazy sky of blue,
And the gentle wind now murmurs
and whips up the gloomy brew.
The leaves are rustling, restless,
watching for the coming rain
That will rip holes through the canopy
and splatter on the pane.
Is it just an empty warning?
The clouds looming in the sky?
Wind whipping through the treetops,
rumbling as it passes by?
Or will it really start to pour down
When the wind and clouds collide?
When the thunder growls defiance
and the trees shake side to side?
I cannot see the sunlight,
the sudden darkness grows,
and I'm running for the porch now,
It's the moment nature chose.