The pounding of the rain on my window sill
The roll of the thunder knocking at my door
Wind trying to sway and break my will
But I will not have this anymore
The trickle of the water off my house
The sight of the lightening touching the ground
Scamper, scamper goes the little mouse
Its little feet no longer the only sound.
I'm not alone is this old creaking room
Howls from the wind, the swaying of the tree
Looking around, there goes my broom
The owl looking, what does it see
Natures voice speaks to me
Questioning what I feel
Asking if I want to be free
Do I have any idea of what is real
The rumble of thunder shakes my security
On a whim the wind rushes past
Threatening my will be just be me
Will I be alone at last
The storm subsides, the sky clears
The trees stop moving so carelessly
No more sound overtaking my ears
I am finally alone, no one around but me.
