An onomatopoeia poem in response to a dVerse Poets Pub prompt and the seemingly never-ending and scarily violent storms happening right now in our area.

In the night I see Flashing skies through sleep-closed eyes Tempest in my dreams We are hoping for no more drama with our trees or storm damage after the floods and windstorms in April (see below).  Golly, that was scary!  Click for more pics.