A storm a’brewin’

There is a storm a’brewin’ can’t you see it in the clouds?
Goodness me it looks awful with yon scarey looking shrouds
Those Cumulonimbus covered ones that are a dark shade of grey
They look angry to me and they are heading our way

Mind you the weatherman didn’t forecast any rain
But I guess it’s not the first time he’s got it wrong what a pain
Never mind we will have to take what we get 
It’s not the end of the world if it’s stormy and wet

Ah well least the timing is right.. it may be sunny in the morning should it pour allnight
Personally I love the sky when it is wild
Those blankets of wonderment are bewitchingly beguiled
So let the thunder rumble on and lightening flash across the sky
I will be in my element I am not gonna lie