A Shell

Sitting inside clinging to a moist clammy blanket.
Pass the pillow,
Crammed against the glass.

Expectations of a chill brisk surface hit
Skin with heat.

Breaking breaking breaking
Drip.

Yellow light of the far away shed.
Not so far but through the stretch
from here to

There a terrible sea of green
Thrashing and swirling in waves.
Puddles collecting in the sky.

Beating beating beating.

Flashing lights of crash come from our box and
Through the sky.
Grey wool stretched to scratch the surface and
Make it spill.

If you watch,
see the glow of the sky at night
Though it's merely afternoon.
Noon dusk of the storm.