Storm

The wind
Screaming my name,
Whipping at the walls,
Shaking the window frame.

It picks up speed,
Howling in the night.
There is a strong gust,
What a terrible fright!

It yells,
Calling to me.
Blasting at my house,
Like something needs to flee.

Now I shudder
As pouring rain falls
Mixing with the wind,
Lapping at my thin walls.

Thunder,
Then lights flicker.
I hide in my bed,
As the wind still snickers.

Frightening booms.
My lamp's not conscience.
The storm rages on,
Deep into the darkness...