The Storm
The wind hammers
against the windows.
Shadowy glowing embers
cast airy shadows
against the misty,
blurred,
shaking,
windows.
It’s frightening
it’s loud
it’s worrying
She plugs her ears,
deaf to the wailing wind
shuddering each time.
The hammering reaches her ears
as it struggles to overpower
the music
She’s cold
She’s shivering
She’s scared
By Anjali
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