While the storm raged
around my homely cabin,
I thought I could sleep soundly
in the refuge of my bed.

A brilliant flash woke me.
I heard crashing thunder
and pelting rain.
My heart pounded in the night.

I began to inspect the farm,
looking for things to mend.
The buildings survived
the storm unscathed.

I came back to the cabin
and prepared a hearty breakfast.
The fear from last night faded.
The shining sun came out
from behind the clouds.

W. Wayne B.
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