Here's a poem I wrote today during our writing time in class:
The lashing of water against my window.
No moon, no stars, just a sea of water.
Will I get lost? Will I be washed away? Will I sleep?
Sleep is not for me tonight.
The tingle of a storm thrums through my body.
My only wish,
To see the storm, the upheaval, the crazed trees whirling.
My sight is blocked.
Only sound creates the images in my mind.