Rolling black couds,

rolling back calm.

Screaming wind.

Breaking wind

howls in the cellar.

Waves in the carpet.

Creaking root

and thrashing branch.

Lively oak

to splintered fuel.

Letterbox rattles.

No post appears.

Posts fence the wind,

over the garden wall.

Rain lashed window.

A million rainbows

on the world.

Incessant drumming

on the roof.

Deadly patters

on the hearth.

Sizzling steam

leaps up the chimney,

rejoining the

magic cycle.

Rolling, rattling dustbins

thrash trash against the house.

Lights flicker and die.

Room lit by lightning streak.

Faces lit like

hallowe'en pumpkins.

We count.

The thunder claps.

Groom hit by lightning freak.

Horses fit like epileptic dancers.

Welcome next door's shed,

though its standing

on its roof

and its broken

in our yard.

Rolling drunk lurches

into lightless lamp stand.

Lights leap into life.

Silence.

Rolling black clouds

roll on from our calm.