Written in 2015 by little old me

Storm

He hears,

Raging,

Howling,

Thunderous bellowing.

He feels,

Slamming,

Wet,

Splashing,

On eyes and face.

He sees,

Bright lights

Flashing behind his eyes,

Sudden darkness.

The sound of sirens,

Screaming.

He awakens in an ambulance,

Remembers the savage beating

He endured

At the hands of an abusive father

When the storm came.