In my room upstairs in the house I grew up, I could lie in my bed and look out the open windows and over the backyard. I stared out at nothing, but saw everything.
As I lay on my bed
Eyes level to the windows
Eyes level to the storm
A flash over the backyard
The power of the lightning
Hear the roar of the thunder
Over the cries
Of the Flash Flood alarm….
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