Storm

written in 1999

 

The storm rises and thunder shakes the floor
An eerie glow reflects off walls again and again
The windows shake, the trees creak
A sound like a thousand needles echos in the space
The smell of wet earth permeates the air
A heaviness bares down like a thick blanket
The old house creaks and groans under the asault
Hours go by, or is it days
The windows rattle in their frames
Sounds of heavy objects hitting the structure
Can barely be heard over the crashing
The strobe light effect causes eyes to close
Slowly the night becomes quieter
The crashing and shaking a distant rumble
The trees quiet, and the light becomes faint
The loud needles become quiet tapping
Air, once heavy, now comes cool and refreshing
Sleep steals in on feline feet and carries you away