Rain Storm
I watch the rain trickling down the gutter
Creating a little creek on the side of alley,
and gently flowing into our doorway.
Thunder and lightning rumble
into the open air like a canon ball
shooting into the dark and starless sky
Illuminated only by lightning flashes.
It was so scary to watch the nature's wrath
I had to cower under bed and cover my head
with blanket and pillows
Outside the wind still howling like a moaning ghost
The rain storm subsided.
Aware as I could be,
I'm still alive, but petrified.
