stormy weather

there was a storm last night. he came, gusting across australia from perth. “look out, i’m coming for you,” he warned as he whipped across the plains.

the storm was fierce. he banged against my window, threw the rain violently onto the house, in every direction. he threatened the structure, tried to steal the roof, woke me from my sleep, frazzled me, upset my dreams.

“if you were just a little quieter, storm…” i tried to reason. no hope. 

then, when there was nothing more to destroy, no more damage to be done. he left.

he’d had his fun. left in the morning. satisfied. 


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