THUNDER STORM
I lay abed last night all snuggled up and warm,
The storm raging outside could do me no harm,
The lightening illuminated the room almost constantly
As the thunder rolled around in majestic harmony.
The rain came down in torrents, wanting to destroy
All it came in contact with, or at least to annoy
All those within it’s range but I watched there
Warm and cozy in my bed after my nightly prayer.
The storm hid the roving moon as she travelled above,
We could not longer see her or stars shine down in love,
The house shook as the storm reached it’s highest pitch,
I could even hear the water filling up a near by ditch.
Then as the storm rolled away some other place to serve,
I drifted off to sleep and I thought that I might have heard
A voice of comfort calling me and saying ‘sleep, ‘all is well’.
Soft as the whisper of the trees that in great forests dwell.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 22 September 2005