February Storm |
I watched intently
glued to my TV screen;
the storms were nearing
and a bow echo could be seen.
The wind was howling
bending trees to and fro,
As I crouched in the corner
and whispered, "I wish this was snow."
All of a sudden
lightening bolted from the sky
The flash was so bright,
it hurt my eyes.
It was February 16, 2001
When it got so dark and there was no sun.
It rained so hard and you could not see,
So I huddled closer to my Mother's knee
She said, "Everything will be alright",
And before I knew it ....
Copyright ©2004 Arleen Williams
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