storm passing by

before the storm a red and lowering sky
my father's voice calmy says hurricane
the rain that comes turns mountainside to fen
there's not one place that's really truly dry
the pigs are almost washed out of their sty
cattle rush up to huddle in the pen
and hiding in the coop i note a hen
we watch and wait for the storm to pass by
facing the east i see a heavy sun
seeming both weak and dull behind the cloud
while swallows in a hurry all swoop low
things will be different when the day is done
the rain and wind will both be very loud
but we will not experience breeze blow