Storm Warning

Dark clouds rolling in, piling high, blocking the sky Sun vanishes and darkness falls The storm is brewing and I dread the onslaught The distant thunder rumbles, a foreboding warning of things to come Wind gusting, dust assaulting the eyes... and I wait for the coming storm The first fat drop falls, then three more splatter nearby Pelting down, splattering against my skin, running down my face An icy cold wind brings goosebumps to my skin I can hear the drops before they hit the ground, the whispering rushing sound And rapidly soak the thirsty gournd The rain soaks my clothes and stick to my skin, and soon soaks me to the bone I shiver in the wind and watch the rain fall I wonder how long it will last this time around.... I dread the storm; hate the noise, angrily pulling wet clothes away from skin I shiver and stand, no longer attempting to stay dry I stand and watch... alone But as I stand alone, the rain slackens The droplets ease their assult. A break in the clouds and rays of gold stream down And I know.... That every storm brings The cleansing of The Rain.