The slate grey clouds are running 'cross the sky
While hail and rain bombard the ground below
And lightning bolts illuminate the show
As howling winds attempt to make me fly

The cattle taking refuge where they can
Wild creatures hide in shelter, yet they know
That naught is safe from angry gusts that blow
More forceful than the force controled by man

Its unleashed fury forcing me to deal
With all the fear these powers do arouse
I stand in awe as I watch the ordeal

I'm longing for the safety of my house
And realize that nature makes me feel
A tiny being, smaller than a mouse