Storm..

The flowers are wilting
The skies growing Grey
I can tell this will be the start of a stormy day

The Crows all stop crowing,
The mourning dove's lament ends
The noise and the light commends

The sirens are howling
Like a disturbed beast
I know right now The storms been released

Run down to the basement
curl into a ball
I hope the Tornado could just pass Montreal

The tears start to come but then they fade away
I sit up and look around and notice
I am O.K.

Life is so brilliant
After the storm
the birds are singing
And the sun is lukewarm