The Storm
It was a beautiful day
until the night.
When a bolt of lightning hit
and people were in fright.
People checked the news,
nothing was said.
The picture of lighting
floats through their heads.
The howling of the wind,
the rain beating on my head,
I was running for shelter
for fear I’d be dead
The rain turned to hail
painful against my skin
From the loud crack of thunder,
I awoke from the nightmare I had been in.
