Storms
For all to hear and all to see
thunder and lighting glistening at me
marbles of water bounce off the roof
vanishing magically but there not to see
the animals hide from it's presence
hoping to be safe under protection
as the giant stomps it's feet
and Edison's light bulb flares
No one sees but clouds before
and clouds gather after
the only evidence of this terrible rage
lies under the ground, and atop the roof
Some catch it's content's
and some measure it's times
but no one is brave enough to go in
the only thing sound is the blanket atop me
keeping me warm and safe from the cold
once the rages over the world quiets
as if its waiting for the monster to come back
for the giant to stomp once again
and for Edison's lightbulb to go out
for all to become noisy
but alas it never does
Copyright © Zoe Isaacson | Year Posted 2013
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