I lie in terror
of what passes by
storms across my window
and through the august sky
lives are being broken
tears are being shed
for mother nature’s terrible wrath
while I am safe in bed
and while I lie I wonder
will the roof hold on
or will it tear from the walls and shatter on the lawn
and let the wind come into bed and carry me along
but for now I will just lie here
and wonder all night through
of storms across my window
and what they will do
