Dark clouds rolling in from the west.

Thunder and lightning fill the sky.

I can feel the rumble of the maple tree.

The wind starts to howl, people start running to shelter.

My nest wiggles around and all of a sudden,

my eggs fall to the sidewalk.

I fly down to try and save them,

it’s too late.

I hear my eggs crunch as people walk on top of them,

trying to get out of the rain.

The rain comes down harder, making it impossible to see.

I know that they are gone… forever.

I can see people struggling to escape the storm,

papers are flying everywhere.

Sirens start going off,

time to relocate.