Storms
Out in the distance thunder rolls
the wind it howls like poor lost souls,
The rain it pounds like angry fist
across the land it falls like mist.
Inside this house I sit alone
I've lost my power, internet and phone,
While outside the storm continues to rage
not stopping for an eternal age.
Nature does what nature will
we have no control over it still,
it seems so very awful funny
we can't control it with all our money.
Copyright © Sena Slaughter | Year Posted 2010
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