The Storm

i'm writing by the light of lightning.
the rain is battering the window.
the wind is gusting quickly through the trees.
the loud booms of thunder startle me.
i watch with awe the power of mother nature.
i feel so small in comparison.
i hope the storm doesn't last long.

it's been trying to unleash since 5pm.
the rain drops were so fat and far apart
i could actually walk in between them.
the little pieces of ice began to come down,
breaking apart when they hit my arm.
i ran for cover to avoid the hail;
it came and went for 30 minutes.
i rushed the dog into the house against her will.

it's almost 3 hours later.
the real storm has arrived.
it thrashes while trees crash.
my dog whimpers and tries to hide.
the power is out.
the windows are closed.
i feel entombed inside my own home.
the storms come and go,
so many this year, more then i've ever known.
you hope and you pray,
this storm won't blow my home away.