Rainy night--the drops like tears
down the blustery halls of the wind.
Great ghostly sparks of fire slash through the sky.
The thunder like horses' hooves roars like a madness.
My home--some soft light keeping me safe and steadying my hands.
This roaring weather gives me peace.
Hidden within my room it covers me like a tent.
It keeps my secrets for me.
H.L.
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