The Storm

The skies above are dark and gray; It had been a dreary day; Coming would be a dark night, No moon or stars to give their light. Slowly the rain begins to fall; It seems a shower will be all, But then the winds begin to rise. Blowing clouds across the skies. A flash of lightning cuts the sky; A clap of thunder rumbles by, But for long it does not last; Very soon the storm is past. Up above the skies are clear; The moon and stars begin to appear, The winds are calmed; only a breeze...