Waiting for the storm

It attempts to describe the sensation of victims in expectation of a disaster.

The moon picks itself up beyond the horizon
the eavening breeze wakes up and talk to the trees
i experience a slight tingling on my skin
in the distance a wall of clouds rushes to cover the face of the moon

hours ago we were basking in the sun
playing in the sand and bathing in the seas
the wind, now stronger starts to sing
but now...after the warning...we prepare for our doom

Tonight the calmness makes us shiver
watching the lightning in the distance setting the stage
we get ready, but what can we do?