One Night

 

Awake in my bed,
animals tucked up and warm in their shed.
The rain beating a persistent drum, soft splatters on the glass.
We wait patiently for the storm to pass.

 

The gate begins to loudly rattle,
as the elements go into battle.
Lightening illuminates the sky,
the crash of a bolt from on high.
A branch torn cruelly from it's tree.
Lashing rain making it impossible to see.

 

The claps of the applauding thunder,
as it watches on in wonder.
Wind howls and rips at every dead and living thing.
Delighted to see the devastation that it brings.

 

I lay wrapped in his arms, ears closed to the sounds,
as the rain and wind whip the ground.
Shuddering windows rattling glass.
I pray it will soon pass.

 

I sense a change.. a retreating of the combatants.
Battle lines erased. Withdrawing from the chase

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Slowly peace returns to the land,
as we remain hand in hand.
Fearful of the scene we will face,
we drift into sleeps comforting embrace.

 

© 2018 Taylor Crowshaw