Approaching Storm
Thunder rumbles,
sounding nearer.
A small window frames
an angry, cloudy sky.
The room grows darker,
except for one corner,
holding un-earthly glows.
He fumbles with the remote,
as he loosens a loud belch.
The wife arrives,
carrying a permanent frown.
Copyright © Virginia Mitchell | Year Posted 2010
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