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January 2002 Poetry Thunder,
feverishly rattles the windows of my home.
The rain beats down,
upon my window.
There’s a storm outside.
Lightening flashes,
and lights the clouded midnight sky.
The moon is no where to be found,
for the clouds,
are too black for it to be seen.
But inside,
there is peace and quiet.
No t.v.
no radio.
We just sit together,
under a blanket,
and listen to the storm,
raging outside.
~*~ Jill ~*~
