Though it is early evening thick graying clouds cover the sun
Darkness is descending and I sense a shadow of coming doom.
With one lamp turned on I fidget in the semi darkness
I cannot be still; I cannot find peace and rest.
Reports are streaming in describing a night of gloom.
I gaze out the window knowing what will come soon.
Rumbles of thunder and lightning will flash across the sky
As I sit here alone and restless on this pending stormy night.
The wind will sway and whistle through the trees;
Such a haunting, eerie sound that I can’t calm my shaking knees.
Away from the windows I hover breathless and hiding deep inside
Fearing that first crack of thunder coming tonight.
No one to talk to and no one to comfort and hold my hand
As I sit alone waiting for this long fearsome night to end.
I crouch in quiet dread not even bothering to go to bed
As I ponder and wonder about this tumultuous night ahead.
God seems far away right now, though I know that’s not true
He is watching over me as I sit alone in this darkened room.
It is darker now as the thickened clouds are drifting closer to me.
Soon it will be pitch black and I will no longer see
Encroaching danger lies so close by; somewhere near, just outside
Oh here it comes, the first rumble of thunder; the first hint of a long stormy night.