Night Storm Poem by Barry Middleton

the storm blows in from the gulf
blessing the parched landscape

some other god sends drought
as it always does in winter
punishing earth's drunkenness

anger rumbles on a tin roof
and the rage is dynamite
brimstone and then thunder

two rival air forces dog fighting
like good and evil in the garden

I rest behind thin walls of hope
I know well my frail protection

a puff of wind takes me down
I am an old worn sodden tree
and tired of storms and hiding