Only A Storm
by Michelle Stiles
On a dark and stormy
night
I sit in my room full
of fright.
The thunder grumbles
all around.
It makes me fumble at
the sound.
How lucky I am to be
in my warm bed
I could be frozen and
drenched outside instead.
Drip. Drip. Drop.
KABOOM!
That sudden drop came
too soon.
I hide under my the
covers to keep warm
And remind myself
that it’s only a storm.
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