A rumble in the distance,
People running home.
People in a resistance,
To stop today’s storm.
Boom! Crack! Smack!
Thunder roars.
People rush for shelter in a zillion stores.
The yelps of stranded people in the freezing rain.
Farmers cry as their grain,
Soaked in the rain,
Shrivels to bits,
And falls into grit.
Stuck in stores,
Thinking of sunny shores,
Looking through doors,
At the freezing rain.
The world goes dark,
While trees settle in their bark,
People cry,
People snooze.
Stuck in rain,
Such a pain,
To stay inside,
Only to play games.
Only to play video games,
To learn about Colonial Dames,
To stay cooped,
With nothing to do.
Sitting bored,
On a board,
In a store,
On the floor.
Waiting to see clear skies,
Sitting at home,
So bored,
What a torture.