Pounding in
the night
Lightning
etched black clouds
Limbs
ripped from trees
Walls of racing
water
The
onslaught has passed
Lightning
flashed harmlessly
Roof
remained in place
Cellar
stayed dry
Winter was
the worst
Starting
with a chill
Lingering
bitterness
Of
unhappiness
In June’s
soft warmth
Flowers
bloomed again
Harsh
weather forgotten
Th home had
endured
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