The Storm

The storm has arrived,

And with it’s coming,

The clear blue skies

have been reduced to nothing,

but a darkening black abyss

where something is amiss,

A smell, the taste,

Of raindrops on your lips

You let them fall on your face

And watch them turn to mist

As the eerie wind

Howls up to the skies

Like a siren’s call

On this crisp October night,

Even a fool would know that

The storm has arrived.