Wind came through
In the night
Thunder, lightning
Pounding rain
And trains

Vibrations in the walls
Wake me 
Three thirty three a.m.
Sounds of a freight train
Make me wonder

Is it a tornado
And then I hear the whistle
Echoing off the houses
As it snakes its way through town

Flashes on the window-shade
Assaulting my eyelids
Cannon fire and rumbling
Hammer at my ears

Another train calls 
Out through the wind
And another follows
Blasting holes in the storm

Cracking lightning stabbing
Hot light through the clouds
Percussion on the roof
And sleep is over
Say good morning and move on



©April 5, 2025
Diane E. Dockum