Storm
The dark clouds rush across the sky
Powered by the wind on high
The tree limbs bend and sway with grace
As speeds the wind to an awful pace
The tiny creatures they take flight
To reach their burrows on this terrible night
The lightning forks carve up the sky
With flashes bright that hurt the eyes
The thunder applauds the lightning flash
With a rumble and a gigantic crash
That seems to shake the very ground
And can be heard for miles around
The umbrella is now of little use
Ripped with metal all obtuse
I down my head and forge ahead
Wishing I was home in bed
Or in my kitchen warm and cosy
Drinking a glass or two of Rose
Round the corner then on the right
My door will loom with its outside light
That will come on when I get near
To show nothing hiding for me to fear
Key in the lock I’m safe once more
Step inside and close the door
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