Comments about Angela Wybrow
Staring At The Storm
Dressed in my nightclothes, cosy and warm,
I stand at my window and stare at the storm.
My excited eyes, I can’t tear away
From Mother Nature’s most thrilling display.
The thunder in its fury bangs and crashes –
The lightning in return angrily flashes.
Lightning breaks the night sky in two:
Like a jagged knife, it slices right through.