Batten down the hatches close the window latches.

Tie down the dustbin lid shut the greenhouse door.

The storm is predicted for tomorrow.

I’ve been in the garden and done all I can.

I’ve tied down all the trees and bent the tables at their knees.

The birds are all chattering as the wind begins to rise.

Soon they will be sheltering with wings over their eyes.

Only the unwary will be flying in stormy skies.

The seagulls are crying as though they fear the worst.

The dogs will not want to go for their walk cross legged and fit to burst.

We will be out cosy and warm dinner with friends no cause for alarm.

Walking back across the green we shouldn’t come to any harm.

As darkness falls the rain starts and the thunder rumbles overhead.

The rain that falls onto saturated ground.

Bringing more misery to those in the wetter parts of our land.

The lightning flashes illuminating the garden in momentary electric blue.