The Storm

The winds, the showers fall upon the wall,

The lightning strong with a bang,

Hidden away in the covers I lay,

As the rain drips on the window,

Thunder rolling, my heart drumming,

The winds change about in a haste,

The windstorm stills in the dead of the night,

I can still hear the showers against my window,

Sounding like rocks throbbing against the glass,

Petrified as the window vibrates immovable,

Vibrating harder, I yank the covers over my face,

Terrified of the hardness of the shower,

In the still of my focus the storm stands still,

Ultimately leaving in the still of the night.....

Copy-writen @ Sherrita andgel Longstreath 1996