Clouds are rolling by.
A storm is passing through.
The grass is turning gray.
The rain is wet and blue.

Hail starts coming down
the storm has just begun.
People running for shelter
At no sign of the sun.

I watch absolutely silently.
I sit tight inside.
I cradle my shaking knees.
And try hide.

Will the storm end?
Everyone wonders.
Then here they come.
The booming sound of thunders.