No shelter from storms.
I used to think
I could hide in the attic
And all would be fine…
But I was wrong.
The arc light and roar
Blind and deafen.
Droplets splatter
Like dark cherries
Leaving a mess.
It’s scary…
Impossible to shut out.
It'd be easier
To stay in the basement—
Cloistered with my fears…
But I’ve grown accustomed
To the view from up here.
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