The Coming Storm

The Coming Storm

The sky so blue, you never believe,

That the storm was coming.

The grass so green, that it can deceive,

That the storm was coming.

The young colt, his legs can’t keep up with,

The storm that was coming,

He knows there is danger, it’s no myth

That the storm was coming.

The horses they run, and all that they know,

That the storm was coming.

They kick up dust, as comes the shadow,

That of the coming storm.

x Thank you to Nain for the picture inspiration and being so great over these years x

(Also sorry for the second verse, I dodged up my words but I can't bring myself to change it, it sounds to cool!)