Typhoon

Falling rain like sheets of glass
Showers from each window crack,
Towels around each shuttered door,
Building shudders, front to back.

Trembling she lies on her bed
Listens to the typhoon shriek
Wondering if the house will break
Terror has no words to speak!

Coconuts like cannon balls
Penetrate the yielding earth
With resounding angry sound
In flying mud and scattered turf,

Will she make it through the day?
Shaking, she recalls her life
And wishes husband could be here
To comfort in this tempest strife.

Suddenly the tempest stops,
Shakily she leaves her bed,
Looks outside at broken trees
Glad she was inside instead.

Then the fury strikes again,
Typhoon eye has passed them by,
Rushes back to bed again
Hiding from this angry sky

Hours pass, time seems to slow,
Typhoon passes with a roar
Seeking things it can destroy,
Things it hasn’t struck before.

People knocking on her door
Tell her that the typhoon’s passed,
Rushes out to greet her friends,
She survived the tempest blast!

“© Ian Grice 2008”