The Storm Downstairs
The darkness wraps itself around the rest of the world like a blanket.
Keeping it safe and warm while it sleeps.
Four young ones lay in their beds.
Their parents are downstairs.
I can't sleep.
I'm scared
Just waiting for the inevitable.
Any time now.
I can smell it in the air.
Like a storm brewing in the south.
Just waiting for it to hit.
It's getting closer ...
CRASH!
It's hit us.
Hailstones smash into the floor
as the glass shatters
throwing sharp ice everywhere.
BANG!
CRASH!
The storm throws pots and pans around
The land shrieks as its body is battered by tempest,
Ignoring the plea of the land for mercy.
Wind moands like death
and howls with pain.
Rain pours from the eye of the storm
And the land is flooded with tears.
For hours the storm rages
On and on
Until it exhausts itself and collapses
Leaving the land scarred and battered.
In this house the storm is a regular occurence.
It is to be expected.
Brace yourself.
More storms are forecast.
© Jo CSM 1999
