Shook awake by some strange sound,

I’m greeted by pounding in my room.

I look around trying to see what happened,

And coming out from the window I see it,

That all-too-familiar blinding flash of light.

Now lying idly on my bed,

I try to escape the onslaught outside.

No matter how much I twist and flip,

The onslaught won’t go.

Eventually, I give up and look outward,

Where the trees flutter and the leaves dance.

The whistling noise fills up the air,

With the beats of the pattering that are everywhere.

The symphony of the rumbles, whistles, and splashes play in the air,

And somehow is loud yet calming as well.

And as I watch a streetlight gleaming like a beacon of hope,

I’m not sure what happens next,

But everything then goes black.