Hi-Im-Sammi

The clouds begin to march right in Mumbling a deep thunder. The winds, they shake; the hearts, they quake, Yet one starts to wonder. They run to hide; it's safe inside From the ominous gloom. Within deep fear, they still can hear The outer world's deep boom. Tucked in a sheet of near defeat, The world then cracks to black. The only sight is that of fright; There is no going back. Before the door, she yearns for more. What does the outside hold? So, on that day, she steps away From all that she's been told.