Winter Storms

Caught in fast moving jet streams are plumes of winter clouds

Heading straight toward us in mass,but not a sound

As the clouds encroach us,the storms not far behind

We know that nature has her beauty,can also be unkind 

Winds may howl and the rain may fall,causing untold distruction 

But the power that nature has at hand,is a natural seduction

At last you find the storm has passed,blown out and gone away

Tomorrow is a brand new start,and a brighter day