Member Poem

Night glow from the radiator fills my room with warmth .I am reminded of other hurricane lamp lit nights, when, as a child I sat in bed, listening to the drumming on the tin overhangs of the verandah. The flash of lightning, the growl of thunder, the crash of branches as they fell, made me cower deep into my quilt.
 
Now, the outdoor wind chimes just tinkle softly…and through the night the rain taps out a hypnotic rhythm outside my window.