The Storm
how quickly the skies have darkened!
as tall trees begin to sway.
the birds comfort their nestlings
and young squirrels scurry away.
cold air cuts hard through summer
as thunder resounds through the vale;
a cottontail bounds through a thicket
and startles a covey of quail!
out in the pasture the yearlings
rush to their mothers in fear.
the trampled grass takes on an ominous hue
as the force of the fierce storm draws near.
creek-fish will soon face the flooding;
against their will they will fall
far, far away from our valley
with no hope of returning at all.
and something inside my soul trembles
as the wild storm passes us by;
something inside my soul trembles
like thunder from deep in the sky.
– Jerry Dan Deutschendorf