The Storm
The Storm
For I could tell by the sky
That there was going to be a storm that day
The clouds were getting darker by the minute
Then it came creeping in
On its silent cats feet
The first flake fell and I began to yell
How happy I was
Once it came everything went silent
For it sounded like everything had stopped
The white kept coming down
And it shrouded the ground
Finally there was no green Left to see on the ground
It kept coming down and shrouding the ground
It seemed it would never end
And the silent would be forever lasting
Finally it stopped
After two feet had dropped
For the best part of the storm hadn’t started yet
Playing in the snow
John Black
