He yelled in through the window; he said come and look outside

And when I did I saw the birds were scattering to hide


The sky was darker than I've seen from any other storm

And for the month of April this was far from any norm 


The clouds were black and blue like they'd been in a bitter fight

The field looked like a gold mine that was sprinkled with sunlight


I grabbed my phone to take a pic and chills went down my spine

A shocking eerie feeling coming from the power-line


Suddenly the air that seemed to be so still before

Now would prove its power like if settling a score


Anything that wasn't tied, was fair game to the wind

The thunder roaring down so loud as if to say we sinned.
 

I started for the house 'cause now it's voice was getting mean

A thief from in the night just took our grandkid's trampoline 


Before it got much worse, we safely went into our home

That's how I got my photo shot and how you got my poem