The sky was grey;
I could feel the shift in the atmosphere.
A storm was rolling in.
This time, I had warning;
Sometimes the storms approach too fast and fierce.
But it was coming, coming for me.
I felt the chill in the air.
I felt the strong wind blowing.
I felt the hail fall down upon my head.
I was soon swept up;
It was always the same
Why? Why is this happening to me?
And then it was gone;
The sky was clear and blue,
And my soul was well again.