My Crackpot Idea: “Another Poem: Storm”

the storm is advancing tonight
and it’s giving me quite a fright
while I sit here listening to it’s roar
it reminds me of things, horrible
and now it’s raining
the wind is singing
what about the lightning?
I’ll hid under my covers
and pray for it to be gone.
the grumbling, the roaring it’s still there
sometimes it makes me wonder
what’s happening up there?
are the Kings arranging things?
or are they simply playing bowling?
or maybe they simply have another round of fighting.