that's the word...
that was the weather...
My first glimpse was from the window...
what was this?
At 8:30 p.m. a sky so ominous.
Expected a space ship or a large hand to reach
Perhaps the reckoning had arrived.
Impending -- storms coming.
They roll across the countryside -
announcing their arrival
Lightning, then wind, then buckets of rain.
And a lost kitten, Winter...out in the storm.
2 months old, lost in the storm.
Yes, that is the word.
I don't much care for storms.
They take, always take -- never give...
Impending doom -- announcing it had arrived, to take again.
Addendum July 21...
My little kitten Winter has returned, scared - but back.
doom & gloom be gone...