11. Thunderstorms

The flash of light against the windowpane

The drops dribble against the glass 

The lights flicker while the thunder rumbles 

Growling its anger at the pitch black sky.

Ice balls crackle and crack diving down from the sky

Wind gusts howl with indignation through the alleys below

Dark-gray black clouds gallop across the silvery moon

Nature, all in, shows her hand.

Watch with awe as the lightning lights up the sky

My dog and I hide under the safety of sheets and quilts

Trembles rip through her body when the thunder crashes 

And I comfort her until the storm passes.


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