A storm is coming
I see the grey clouds
I see the winds
Bend the trees
A storm is coming
I hear a distance thunder
I see the birds fighting
The wind
Whirling winds smack the windows
Rain drops hit the ceiling
Wind whistles through the cracks
Sending chills down my spine
A storm is coming
the grey cloud is upon us
Lighting shoots out
Splitting the tree
A storm is coming
spitting its anger
whirling its rage
A Muslim Latina 