As The Thunder Rolls

Sitting listening to the rain patter against the window, the wind howl through the trees, watch the lightning flash as the thunder rolls.

Wind blows against the shudders, breaking them loose, leaves fall from the trees, flowers lose blooms as the thunder rolls.

The storm is worse, wind screams through the doorway and around the windows and rain moves in sideways as the thunder rolls.

Time for shelter, time to leave for safety.  Take the family, hope for the best all while the thunder rolls.

It’s unfamiliar here.  Not the same pictures on the walls, the bed feels different and the familiar smells of home are missing as the thunder rolls.

The worst seems to have past. Light rain, a mist, a fog and sometimes a breeze as the thunder rolls.

Home doesn’t look the same.  A window is cracked, few shingles are missing and a mess in the yard as the thunder rolls.

Fixing it up, moving a few things.  New picture here, little paint there, making it home again as the thunder rolls.

Home will never be exactly the same, but the foundation is firm.  New looks, new memories, ready for next time

As the thunder rolls.

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