The Storm That Flew By
Poem By George Savige
The lightnings flash. The thunders roll.
The rain that falls fills every hole.
The heavy rain and winds that blew,
Of storms like this we never knew.
We looked around the following morn
At houses unroofed, and the flattened corn.
The valley below, awash with the flood,
Houses all standing, their feet in the mud.
With skies that are clear and creeks that are dry,
I'll never forget the storm that flew by.