The sky is white with cloud
Like a covering of a shroud
The trees look dark green
Not bright when the sun has been
Every thing is still in the garden
Tis still and staid and star done
Oh Mother Nature I beg your pardon
Is there a storm coming our way?
I asked Alexa and she said not today
But I feel spots of rain
It’s just too calm
Calm before the storm they say!
I think it’s on its way!