They predict a storm,
thunder and lightning they say,
is coming our way.
The breeze blows coolly,
through the open windows now,
and give some relief.
Time is sweating on,
each tick of the clock moves slow,
dragging time along.
The change is coming,
we know that for sure, I think,
something will happen.
The doctor called me,
and said how is going now,
I said, ‘I’m not bad’.
