The Storm (circa June 1992)

Raindrops on the window,

A storm’s moving in.

Sound of thunder rolls low

Deep beneath the wind.

The lighting flashes

Through the darkness of the night.

The hail thrashes,

Fills the deer’s heart with fright.

Quietly in the corner sits a little girl

Hoping for calm to appear.

All the pain in the world

Is no greater than her fear.

*Inspired by lyrics in Garth Brooks’ “Thunder Rolls.”

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