I hear thunder from a distance
snarling in what was a still night;
there must be a big storm yonder
for such are blasting roars!
And Me - swaddled to a puffy bed,
smiling with content,
snuggling back to sleep;
For the wind is a Breeze
from my window and my roof's quiet.
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