13 May 2012
Rain lashes down,
But I'm inside, warm,
Bundled in quilts,
Listening to the storm.
My sister lies beside me,
Limbs tangled in mine,
That I'm her protector,
This is a sure sign.
She listens to me sing
Her a soft lullaby,
It seems almost ethereal
With the wind's soft sigh.
It's like a kind of heaven,
A retreat from the rain,
A haven of two sisters,
A place void of pain.
Weather Hide-Out. • Opuss № I