Start and Stop Poems

Through the storm,
the loud thunder rumbles and I almost feel the house is shaking,
the lightning bolt flashes,
lighting up both the sky and our house,
the cold hail pours down on the rusty tin roof,
and it’s raining as if the world can’t soak it all in,
as I’m rugged up on the couch,
the fire crackling,
and the TV buzzing,
I feel safe,
Through the storm.

Red Umbrella

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