Thunderstorm. Poem by Liz Munro
Thunderstorm.
The wind is hissing,
like an angry cat through the trees,
Skeletal branches tap-tap,
against my moonlit bedroom window,
like sharp fingernails down a chalkboard.
The wind-lashed rain rattles
off my barred-glass panes,
Thunder crackes like a whip outside,
Thank god i've got somewhere warm
from this thunderstorm to hide.
07/12/05
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