Waiting for the Storm...

The air cools and the thunder rolls,
     as weather, the wonder man can't control,
gathers itself and begins starts to unfold
     and the scene is played out before me
Listen to the thunder's echo, watch the clouds billow
     Nature prepares itself for storm
and we can only gaze from somewhere in the middle
     somewhere is the line between civilized
and our not so long abandoned feral side
     though we no longer run and hide at the approaching storm
we take solace in knowing we have homes safe and warm
     The wind picks up and the trees sway to and fro
birds hurry back to nest, glad to also have a place to go
     The sky darkens even more, like an early sunset
before the sky begins to sprinkle, or will it pour?
     A sense of anticipation for what the storm will bring
and yes, even a little trepidation and the first bolts of lightning
     begin to slash and sing as the first few drops begin to fall
i am glad not to be outside in it, but rather inside as i watch it all...