Thunder
With all the windows open,
the sky pressed
and shuddered,
the dull thud
and grumble
of thunder,
shaking the room
upon which I stood,
and just as I had thought
to move,
a flash
of lightening
split the roof,
the heavens above
my head,
so I slammed
the window
against the roar
of rain,
and awoke
from my dream,
as soon
as I could
instead.
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