A sudden thunder clap
and cold rain fell to soak
while all beneath the torrent
scrambled to find shelter.
It roused me from my nap
beneath the gnarled old oak
and found me running bent
while fleeing helter-skelter
The rains fell fast and ruthless
the vicious winds were frightening
the skies were darkest black
as fire struck the trees
I ran ‘till I was breathless
while fearing for the lightning
then reached my wooden shack
where I fell gasping to my knees
Steve Wheeler © 29 October, 2020
Photo from Pixy
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