Storms of Night

I ought to state that I am not afraid
 

Of rain, of peals, of booms, of dins, of claps
 

Or the clatter of hail when I have strayed
 

From home. I only thought I might collapse
 

In my mad stride for love, and hearth, and socks
 

One bleak day long ago. Then, only my
 

Small blanket hid me from the wind and shocks,
 

Since I could not obtain ear plugs. Goodbye
 

To dreams of wealth, and health, and bunnies, and thrones —
 

Hello to crash of lines, and leaf, and limb.
 

I looked, and saw the storm. I leapt at tones
 

Of fright, and might, and fear, and power grim.
 

But still, I saw a light of hope in night —
 

I thought the beast would flee with day so bright.