14

The clock ticks on, a slumbering chime,

While midnight paints the world sublime

With shadows deep and swirling gray,

A thunderstorm at close of day.

The pane reflects a cozy gleam,

Inside this haven, like a dream.

I nestle deep, a grateful sigh,

As nature's fury rages nigh.

The rain, a relentless, silver sheet,

Against the glass, a rhythmic beat.

I hear it whisper, hiss, and pour,

A drumming urgency at the door.

Then comes the boom, a guttural sound,

That shakes the walls and stirs the ground.

The thunder rolls, a distant drum,

Announcing nature's kingdom come.

The wind, a restless, howling beast,

Tugs at the branches, east to west.

It whips the trees in frenzied dance,

A wild, untamed, chaotic trance.

But here inside, the fire's glow,

A gentle warmth, a steady flow.

And as I watch the storm unwind,

I'm thankful to be home, refined.