November Evening Storm
Trees hold hands high above my house as the wind sways them to his tune
Rain pelts down and overflows my eavestrough, pregnant with leaves.
Lightening bullets shear the sky, and machine gun thunderclaps shatter the silence
Lampposts, like sentinels shine eerily through the murky mist
While in the distant night banshee sirens wail,
I wonder if she is alright and pray angels on her car.
Trees hold hands high above my house as the wind sways them to his tune
Rain pelts down and overflows my eavestrough, pregnant with leaves.
Lightening bullets shear the sky, and machine gun thunderclaps shatter the silence
Lampposts, like sentinels shine eerily through the murky mist
While in the distant night banshee sirens wail,
I wonder if she is alright and pray angels on her car.