Sleeping To Sounds Of Thunderstorms.
Memories of Wind Valley Howlers –
Winter Storms so sharp & biting,
All was black ice –
Wind howling –
Banshees at our windows.
Love thunder.
Adored the frequent sound;
Rain Curtains,
At night.
Marking my life like omens,
Green skies,
To literal sheets of water.
Sleeping To Sounds Of Thunderstorms.
