Home alone and quiet, still.
Thunder beats like a drum.
I hear a throbbing in the east
Grey shades of what’s to come

Lightning illuminates these walls
Shatters the night to tears,
And imagine I, the storm’s dark face
menacing, clouded fears.

He overtakes the sunlight’s post
And has his way for now,
I see his deep-set angry eyes
Below his wispy brow.

Timidly I dare take a peek
Through the curtained pane.
But tremble at his thunderous speak
And draw it closed again!

01/08/2005