An Ancient Oak By Emile Pinet

As an ancient oak creaks and groans,
wailing winds rattle its branches.
And the pitter-patter of drops
starts drumming on patio stones.

Raindrops morph into sleet and hail
as an ancient oak creaks and groans.
And its twigs snap like brittle bones
when howling gusts stir up a gale.

Hailstones strike, rat-a-tat-tat in
a cacophony of loud bangs.
As an ancient oak creaks and groans,
slamming shutters add to the din.

Pelting cracking windows like stones,
hail fractures fragile panes of glass.
And lightning fuels thunderclaps,
as an ancient oak creaks and groans.