A storm always displays warning signs
Days in advance,
Some of them subtle,
Some of them obvious.
They blend together in the melancholy
Nature of daylight passing us by,
Without an observer at the post.

Days in advance,
The warning signs grow stronger;
Like the tragedy of a failing relationship,
The details pile upon themselves
Yelling at us, screaming at us,
Hoping we tune into the station
Before the darkness overcomes the light.

Some of them subtle,
Some of them obvious.
Running for a bunker is the only way out,
Closing the overhead doors before
The winds touch down, 
Swirling in the hectic dance of hail,
Searching for open coffins with no hinges.

They blend together in the melancholy
Nature of daylight passing us by,
Without an observer to say it's over.

Published by Bryn Montgomery