the wind strengthens
howling through gaps in a old wooden window frame
billowing curtains
as a branch on the old oak tree outside
starts to tap at an upstairs window
as if like a cat
wanting to be let in.
Streaks of rain begin to race down window panes
in an earlier than expected gloom
the light from a candle flickers
creating patterns on the ceiling
as the tick-tock
tick-tock
of the grandfather clock in the hallway marks time
but I...
I don't care
I am safe and warm and dry inside
listening to all the chaos about
the storm and all it's consequences
and I wait
prepared
for the power to go off
and with a flash of lightening - it did
so I sit
and I sit
with but the candle-light for company
...and I am happy
