Forecast

I see a storm of glory
Raining down on the seas
The whole earth shakes
The whole waves breaks.

A far into the horizon
Voicing thunders of rage
The lightnings crackle
The black clouds cackle.

On a dingy I brace
For the upcoming storm.

I see a funnel of grey
Bringing up the ground
The whole sky shakes
The whole earth breaks.

A far into the highway
Screeching in a state of spin
The whirlwind screams
The tornado supremes.

In a Toyota I brace
For the upcoming storm.

I see an endless white
Freezing flat everything
The whole ground aches
The whole earth glace.

Approaching in a wave
Roaring snows of titans
The temperature plops
The blizzard drops.

In a tiny cabin I brace
For the upcoming storm.

Wren