A Lull
As I slept a spell fell over me a storm was a brewing and the wind was picking up trees were starting to bend and crack.
Trash cans were clanging from hitting the house wind chimes were chiming in the strong wind it all started to sound like a band with no rhythm.
Glass was breaking and car alarms started going off this sounded like strange music playing outside or was this part of that no rhythm band?
They say there is a lull in the middle of a storm do not go out and do not be fooled it can kill you be safe and stay inside.
At my window I now see light coming in was it a bad storm or a spell maybe just a dream.
Written Date: 2/15/2020
Title: 3. A Lull
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2020
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