The lighting flashing outside,

the pelting rains careening into the window,

the descent of day into night,

the howl of the wind through the cracks in the windowsill.

The serenity of the house,

the warm glow of the lamp,

the quiet murmur of the sleepy children,

the snoring, drooling dog,

the pots hanging, still, from the rack.

The juxtaposition of life,

how storms can rage without

while peace resides within.