Low clouds come bustling in
Grumbling about being here again
Driven by the Crack of lightning's whip
Winds whip tugging at your grip
Apprehension comes dragging tension
The Crash-Boom for added demension
Raindrops commit suicide on the glass
Bulging in the panes break at last
Stirred in to added confusion
Missing roof is no allusion
Swirling winds puncture your skin
As the walls become vacant beens
Swept away from your stance
Poor you , you never had a chance