Devil Winds

With banshee roar,
the sky turns liquid
in its darkness,
illuminated only
by my fear,
because the power went
about the same time
as my nerves did.
The storm screams
my name and I
hunker down in
suddenly flimsy shelter,
watching the water
boldly entering
my home through windows
of rain and cracks I
never knew existed ...
the roof snap, crackles,
and pops off into the
whirling madness outside:
the fingers of the
fury reach into my heart,
shaking me to the core,
leaving me at the
mercy of devil winds ...

(c) 2005, Karla Dorman.