Storm

Inside, outside
  wind, rain, watch
     coming from afar
You can see
  the signs develop
    it shows on the face
The sky, black, grey
  troubled, brewing
    will it come close
Far away, kept at
  a distance, not to
    interfere with us
Yet it comes across
  the lake, the face
   pursuing, we run
Then the beauty
  breaks again
   a rainbow sky