The Storm

Asleep, dreaming, oblivion, Then, movement, slight light casting shadows Again, and again I see light through closed eyes Then again and again still, each brighter I stir and listen, silence, then wait, a rumble, and again. It builds, each clap rolling into the next. I see flashes, explosions, the cacophony building. Then wind adds to the calamity. The house shudders. Lightening through closed eyes, Thunder crashing, wind roaring, rain pouring A cacophony yet, I lie at peace, warm and dry, On the other side of my wall, The gale howls. Slowly, imperceptibly, the noise fades. Lightening moves distant too, receding, elsewhere. Thunder softens to a roar then a growl then a whisper, Flashes in the distance become dim, then gone. Silence, serenity then peace. Asleep, dreaming, then oblivion.