the storm.

When I feel
the storm coming
I take a breath
and imagine
I am in your arms

When I hear
the thunder crack
I block my ears
and imagine
I hear only your voice

When I see
the lightning flash
I close my eyes
and imagine
I see only your smile

When I sense
The rain ending
I turn around
And find
You reaching for me

©2017 what sandra thinks

About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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6 Responses to the storm.

  1. mandibelle16 says:

    Really beautifully. I love how she finds comfort, a haven in the end, despite the storm.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. nkdwhtguy says:

    Beautifully written.

    Liked by 1 person

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