She stares out the window,
and watches as the clouds roll by.
So white,
and pure, and clean.
'It's coming' she says,
'It's coming.'
She walks out the door,
and watches as they slowly turn gray.
The wind picks up,
and starts blowing things away.
'It's coming' she says,
'It's coming.'
The clouds are now black,
the rain is pouring.
She watches as things are torn from the ground,
and thrown around.
'It's here' she says,
'It's here.'