Storm
On a rainy chilled winter indigo and violet night,
howling furious wind blows with pounding fist against an old oak
and its boughs delivering knockout blows to all the leaves.
Lightning blast over the darkened sky followed by a crash of thunder
shaking the house, as pelting ceaseless rain beat against the window pane.
Malinda awoke addled from a deep restless sleep.
She sat up in bed, listening to the storm, with a haunted looked turned her head and looked into the flickering golden orange hue beeswax candle flame
casting moving shadows against the dark bedroom walls.
She got up and walked to the window and looked out.
Another jagged bolt of lightning streak across the sky
and thunder again shook the house.
She closed the curtains and walked back to bed
pulling the covers over her head.
3/30/2019
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