It is heavily raining outside,something worse than just a storm.
A mixture of the bellowing of thunder
and the wrath of hail stones;
not to mention the venomous winds.
My window is blurred
with all the heat my body can produce.
But I like what I see
because I do not want to scream,
I do not want to scream
when I see my death coming.
For I know they are there...
the trees.
They love me in the scorching sun of summer,
they hate me in the blizzard of the storm.
They can not be trusted.
I put all my trust in an unlikely hero,
my little house built on a rock.
With all the world against me,
it will try to protect me...
I THINK!!!
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