Font Color=darkviolet5: 30am Poem by Jane Meyer

Rain is pounding against my window.
A battering ram on the fort’s door.
I fear the glass will break.
And even though the blinds are drawn,
I can still see the lightning.
Flash, flash, flash.
One after another.
The sky is constantly lit up!
And when a really big one comes down,
it’s my room that’s filled with light.
There’s a continuous rumble, not that far away,
like the unceasing fire of guns.
But when the fuse runs out and the cannon goes off,
there’s an earth-shattering BOOM! in result of the shockwave.
I can feel it approaching,
and as it ripples through me.
Then as it speeds away,
tearing through the quiet air.

I lay in my bed,
experiencing it all,
wanting nothing more
than for it to all be long gone.
And absolutely terrified of how exactly it will end,
as the storm rages on through the early hours of the morn.