by Sarah K., Age 14 , Grade 8
Sometimes, I wake up
when the stars are still shining.
But the peaceful dark is suddenly interrupted
by a rumble as loud as an explosion.
A frightened little dog runs up to my bed.
Thump, thump, a warm ball next to me.
Beyond my window is a water jungle,
but my bed is a soft sanctuary.
Zeus knocks his fist at my front door
while the wind yells at me through the glass,
rumbling and grumbling throughout the night.
Branches fall while puddles grow
and lightning illuminates my room like a lantern,
sparking a glimmer of hope inside my dark bedroom.
Rain and rumble scare the little dog.
“When will it stop?”
I wonder, while searching for a fleck
of light against the gray atmosphere.
Forever, I think.
But just then,
the rain stops,
the thunder ceases,
and it’s all gone
just in time