9/365 The Storm

The storm
Against the window, the rain, it lashes
The wind is howling, the lightning flashes.
The thunder rolls, o’er way up high
The moon is hid, up in the sky.
The storm has come across the sea
To pound the land; it frightens me.
Strange noises come unto my ear
Something rattles, what’s that I hear?
A creek, a bang, a squeek, a groan
Through the night it comes, the noises moan.
As time goes by, the storm blows through
And takes the noise, off with it too.
The rain subsides, the wind blows soft
The lightning dims, the thunder lost
Sweet dreams again can claim my head
As I return, unto my bed.