The Storm
Frostbite fingers
Brutal hail
Shrieking wind
Careless.
People drenched to the skin
Lampposts dancing
Miles of grey cloud.
Lights shining
Onto horizontal rain
Newspaper being scrunched
On my roof.
Trees falling
You hear nothing
Until
“Crash”.
Windscreen wipers
About to fly off.
Sea water
Splashing everywhere
Destroying everything
In its path.
The weather
Having a tantrum.
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