As I shut the door to my left, darkness surrounds me,
Rain falls down on the tin roof,
As the persimmon tree blows wildly,
Falling down over the open plain in a manic fashion,
A howling wind picks up,
As the rain keeps lashing,
Birds fly to shelter in bush on the other side,
Crossing a flooding open plain,
Seeking safety to reside,
Cold nips at my toes making me shiver,
Cups of tea and a thick blanket,
Just waiting for the storm to wither.
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