Thunder; a deep, low roar rumbles through the air
Gales slam like a battering ram against the walls of the house, trying to break in.
They are sturdy brick but feel frail and paper thin
As the savage wind gathers branches and tosses them like toys
Rips leaves from the tree and tears away washing lines
Rains lashes like the sky’s angry tears against window glass
I wait indoors, in awe.
His bellowing makes me want to escape.