The menacing clouds come rolling in
I shiver in a jacket thin.
The cold wind blows across the way,
In this place I cannot stay.
In my perch upon the tree,
Far away lightning I can see.
Thunder claps above my head,
I wish I was home, in my bed.
Thunder claps and lightning flashes,
In the creek I hear the splashes.
So much rain; it’ll overflow,
Where, oh where can I go?
Hail begins to pelt the ground
While raindrops scatter all around.
The thunderstorm has arrived
And hopefully we will survive.
The water level begins to rise,
The top of the creek is its prize.
The creek will flood the land around,
And soak the dry, grassy ground.
The rushing rapids raging past,
All the currents flow too fast.
That dry ground needed a shower,
In order to grow all the flowers.
I must capture this moment, I must prevail.
To run for shelter would be akin to fail.
But the storm is growing; I can’t wait,
I go inside, but that I hate.
