The Storm

Lee stood on a hill, determination in his stare.
Grant stood on the opposite hill, holding a chew of tobacco and a pear.
Devilish clouds formed but, no rain would quench their thirst.
Battle would be done, "The day of reckoning's today," Lee cursed.
Lee drew his sword, from the sheath on his hip.
Grant finished his pear and placed the chew in his lip.
A storm was breaking from the sky so dark.
The men met in the field and Grant swung at his mark.
But all of a sudden there on the ground,
Lay four cats and twelve dogs quickly forming a mound.
Then another fell to Lee's left and five more to his right,
Three cats landed on Grant and Lee was lost to his sight.
They would have continued the battle, I would like to say,
But the storm brought cats and dogs instead of rain that day.