Storm Coming - The Poem (along our Coastal Area of Moalboal)

The storm is coming
We must find shelter
We must not let this storm
Caught us in turn


First, it is so calm
But the clouds getting darker
The water is so clear
The water is so calm




Then the wind suddenly rushing
The mangroves shaking
This time water is waving
Cold air on my face



The dark clouds still collecting
The crystal clear water turns dark
And waves rushing faster
It's getting colder and colder



As I see the sky
The other side is getting darker and darker
The other side is still clearer
But darkness is almost covering the whole sky



Palm trees swirling and swinging
A cool breeze upon my face
I saw a small house
With small boat in front of it


Now skies are about to give its tears
When our friends get on to take cover
Sad skies so gloomy to look at
Trees getting darker and darker



Trees again and again 
Struggles from the strong wind passing
Where is the rain?
Oh, storm is coming.

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