Before the Day Turned Into Night
Before the day turned into night,
my eyes I lifted to the light
and what I saw gave me a fright.
Black, bruised – an ominous sight!
Clouds shifted, swirling with the wind.
I could not tell where they would end.
I spotted the trees sway and bend,
hoping their branches could defend.
Running, clawing to get inside.
"Have mercy on me, please," I cried,
not wanting my backside deep-fried
by lightening that struck beside.
As I shut my welcoming door,
the skies loosed a raging downpour.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2024
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