Storms

The storms roll in
on a Tuesday night...
I search the skies
will it feed my fright...

Another day
Now another night -
but what a
beautiful sight.

I feel the breeze
blow against my face..
if anywhere
this is my own space...

I'll handle this one
with dignity and grace...
it's like leather
outlined in lace...

puffy clouds of lace....

So rain down on
the Texas ground
I guess for now
it's the home I've found...

and even with
noone around -
I hear the thunder
what a beautiful sound...

I hear the rain..
what a beautiful sound.