As I sit on the porch and watch outside
Clouds of white so big and so wide
They grow and take a shape or two
What does that one look like to you
The sunny sky grows so dim and dark
The birds become quiet even the meadowlark
The crack of thunder that you now hear
You count the seconds to guess how near
Crack ,boom clash you see the light
You run for cover and out of sight
Louder and louder you hear it roar
It seems like it knocking at your front door
You see the lightning flash again and again
In hopes that the storm will soon come to an end
As quick as it came it begins to fade away
But you know it will return on another summer day
The sky returns to its bright shade of blue
God sends his rainbow his promise to you
No mater how old no matter how deep
His promise to you and for you to keep
Author: Robert Walters Sr.
