26 September 2012
The Storm
The lightning flashes, And illuminates the clouds. A stream of constant dashes; A watercolour of sound.
The droplets fall, Fall into the puddles, And the people call, Call in and huddle.
Sat in a chair, clad in brown leather, Sipping my coffee and eating my muffin, The atmosphere in here's as light as a feather; Take my word for it, I'm definitely not bluffing!
The rain begins to spatter, Spatter against the window; But now I'm getting slowly fatter, From watching this magnificent show.
The Storm • Opuss № I