A storms a brewing, I can feel it in my bones
and all the forecasters are on their cell phones
Have to do a live feed at four twenty
since when we need info, we need plenty.
We know the winds are 70 plus
since you cant even walk in the powerful gust
Power lines are down, no power for a week
and my back yard turned into a creek
Trash cans flying by in the night
Rain, hail, and flashing light
The clouds all dark and gray
while the storm bogs down the day
Storm surge wiped out the road
since the storm wall couldn’t take the load
Tree's all over the road in solemn respect
since it's the tree's spine, the storm has come to collect.

12/02/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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