There she was in her rocking chair, reading her daily dose of books
She heard a sound- one peculiar of sorts
“I’m hearing things” she said to herself
And continued to read
It was heard again
She got up to look, mostly out of curiosity
Was it the door creaking? The fan humming?
The trees swooshing or the dogs barking?
Oh, perhaps there was a ghost in the room!
The very thought made her skin crawl
“It couldn’t be”, she assured herself and continued to look
With a storm brewing outside, the windows bashed forcefully
She rushed to shut them
“Bash! Bash! Bash!”
She had to shut them quickly
With the next bash, she broke down in tears
Not because of the sounds
But because all along, she couldn’t accept that the sounds were of her storm within.
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