Too Late...

The rain starts out as a trickle
Obviously not vain
But then it turns rapidly violent
And brings much pain
A light breeze
Headed this way
But maybe that breeze
Will ruin your day
It get's stronger, faster
It blows you back
A hurricane so fierce
Is coming to attack
The wind that's so strong
Starts to push to rain
That penetrates your skin
And leaves you in pain
You run to take refuge
But you stumble over your own two feet
You better hurry
Before it's too late to retreat.
You run to your house
But soon the wind picks up
And takes your house
Along with the smallest cup
You should run
Before you're next
Too late...