And the Storm

September 30, 2010
By Anonymous

My curtains are billowing. Reaching.
Lightning leaps. Then silence. Wind. Silence. Slamming doors. Thunder cackles. Silence. Curtains reach.
Rain sprinkles in. Cool and relaxing. So small. Sprinkle.
The sky is so calm and yet so angry.
Sigh. Breathe.
Darkness stares. Lovely darkness.
Soon all is louder. Closer.
I close my eyes and for the briefest second , for the shortest second I am deathly frightened. The feeling vanishes. Flees.

It's just me, God and the storm.

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem while sitting in my room, next to the window during a huge storm. This is a description of how I felt.

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