Storm has come with an outdoor glance
Loss of power leads to candle wax
Summer heat and sweet romance

Lit up like a jack-o’-lantern
Down the hallway comes
Spooky with an orange glow
And an unfamiliar hum

Caught up in the evenings plot
To have and hold or to have not
The warm airs circulations got
No other place to go

So we wait out the savage storm
Ferocious danger since it was born
Furious is it’s chosen norm
And runs it’s course till dawn