There’s a storm front building out to sea,
Seething, heaving,
Wanting to worry me

Black clumps of cloud spreading like rage,
Boiling, roiling, 
They enter the stage

Who will protect us? Where will we go?
Instability, fragility,
We all try to lay low

Maelstrom of lightning and thunder above,
Beckoning, threatening,
Think of those we love

The presence lingers then exits the fray
Tenacity, veracity,
Staying strong this way

© Neil Dufty