Why do storms, seem to come at night?
And why must they, induce such fright?
The winds do make the shutters growl,
While lightening makes the wolves howl.
Little kids are left to weep,
Instead of enjoying a peaceful sleep.
How the ice makes such indecent hail,
Which leaves frightened faces, to turn pale.
Against the windows, the rain does gust!
Until the morning, leaves the dusk.
And out they looked upon the land,
Which had converted, back to sand.
How, oh how, the women ball,
As men so sad, look on appalled.
That silent creepy fall of night,
And how it does, induce such fright.
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