Praying for a Storm

                                             

The leaves won’t stop their constant dance,

The rain plays hard along.

But there’s danger in the air tonight

This is no calming song.

I sit outside my window’s ledge

A blanket wrapped around

Praying for a silent end

But hearing thunder’s sound.

I’m terrified of nature’s wrath

The threat outside my door.

Yet I am oddly too intrigued

To not wait here for more.

As the water breaches my high brick wall

The world is drowning quick.

So I’ll wait for death or signs of life

Upon my fortress thick.