The Storms that Hit at Night…

There were those harsh, raging storms that hit at night, during her childhood years, she’d hugged her covers even tighter, as the voices outside in the living room, get louder, louder, and louder…

The storms that hit at night, those were, the hardest, because nobody can or will hear, how scared you become.  The storms that hit at night, they’re, harsh now, aren’t they?  You wish that you can, tune out all the noises, from the storms that hit during your nights.

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The storms that hit at night, they’re, getting harder, harder, and harder for you to weather through.  The storms that hit at night, they’d come at you, at more and more frequent, increments now, aren’t they?  The storms that hit at night, they were yours, solely, and only yours, not mine at all, and yet, they’d, raged, into both our worlds, causing a huge flood, on this plain of mine.

The storms that hit at night, the rain had, finally, dried up, and now, as the night draws in, I’m no longer, afraid, fearful, or wide-awake.  I can no, sleep through, all these storms that will be hitting me from here on out………

The storms that hit at night, they’re, harder, each and every night, they’d, rattled up these, frail, eaten away window frames, and, as the wind and rain raged on, I’d, found myself in the corner of my bedroom, hovering onto my self, trying, not to get, blown away.