Storm Fear Poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie

As I engulf myself in something warm
To protect me from the rampaging storm.
The towering heaven where that comes from
As the hardened majestic sound did come.
The storm went raging mad in a large sum
To sound like the gruesome titanic drum.
So loud, to utter a word, I was dumb.
For ease, I reach for a bottle of rum.
My fingers were stiff especially my thumb.
It is too much, in despair that I plumb.
The storm halted, as I thought of my mum.