Tumbling leaves in the violent wind
As the rains tilts aside
Each fumbling branch whips and bends
As the skies tear and growl
Streaks of crippled light
Sear the clouds
The air quivers with thunder
Yet as this violent outburst quakes
It is only silence that rings
I stand calm against the skies
Behind this sheet of glass
Each droplet gathers against my window
Each blast of wind deflected
Each snapping branch can do no harm
Each violent boom is silenced
Each bolt cannot touch
Such storms of massive intensity
So beautiful in their destruction
Cannot impress upon my frail body
Behind the sheet of glass
-SRO
