Shop Storm

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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