The wind screams, it howls with pain and anger, beating against the window with all it's might..
"Listen," it begs, "listen!"
One lone, dark cloud rolls across the sky- in the far distance more are forming now, as the wind screams louder and louder, begging to be heard, demanding attention.
The lights flicker on and off ominously, and the window is shaking so hard from the wrath of the wind that it's amazing the glass doesn't shatter.
Now the sky is filled with dark, foreboding clouds, and the howling of the wind intensifies with thunder louder than a hundred guns and lighting bright as day.
The trees all now in submission to the Rabin storm, as the unforgiving wind screams,
"Listen, listen!!"
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Hidden Thorns
PoetryA book of my original poetry! Some of these are poems I wrote years ago.. Some are by request... All of them by yours truly!
