Thursday 20 March 2014

First
Thunderstorm:
Clouds:
black cotton.
The ground
Shook like a rattle.
When the sky began
To spit, I waited for the end,
Bucketfuls.
I crawled under
My thick sheets, closed eyes.
The window
Lit up
Like flashlights
Being thrown
Around.
The
Roar of the sky, made me
 Cry.

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