Storms coming
Wouldn't know it if you looked outside
The day was was warm and clear
Men out washing cars and kids running
The old man steps onto his porch

That was the signal
Close up shop and take shelter
Hold your loved ones tightly until its over
He never said how or much at all really
But he always knew

A gentle breeze kicks in with a light drizzle
The streets clear as the day once was
Most people hide safely in thier basements
The old man slowly lights a cigar
Calmly waiting and watching

Mothers hold their children with flashlights
Sirens fearsomly wail in the distance
Reporters unconvincingly warn not to panic
Its too late to run so prepare for the worst
An act of gods will has come

The sky rips open with cracks and flashes
Rain freezes over and slams the rooftops
Unfettered by threats he blows smoke in the air
Staring the storm in its eye
Challenging.. begging it to bring its best

Sharp winds tug at his clothing
Sign posts electrify as bolts scatter
Ever vigilant he gives not an inch
Trees fall and crash into houses
This man is devoid of all sense

The storm passes after hours of terror
People pour out to tally the damage
The old man sits in his chair
I ask him "do you ever get afraid?"
He put out his cigar and looked at me
Of course son, that's the only way to be brave