I wake to a crash of lighting,
A torrent of wind and rain,
The thunder outside is pounding,
Announcing April again,
The power inside is flickering,
As night lights up like day,
The tin roof rings with raindrops,
And branches as they sway,
The wind brings sprays of water,
Through my open door,
I feel it on my face,
As it puddles on the floor,
I run to close the windows,
The curtains flying high,
Outside,the trees are dancing,
In the midnight sky,
A near by crash of thunder,
Sends me, safely back to bed,
And I fall asleep to raindrops,
Ringing softly in my head.
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