knocks of the wind

A torrential symphony
As the wind drums on the door
And the rains humms their choruses on the panes
Playing the songs of the ages...
Come and listen hammers the wind
For a music to the ears of those who appreciate
Knock knock on the kids door
I apologise, to frighten you...
But listen sweet child, its the song of the ages..
Pray dont shiver..
Knockety knock, on the rickety door of mine...
Annoyed me, wraps the blanket closer and increasing the volume of the music I prefer...
Alas the optimistic fool doesn't give up!
The next door it knocks finds an old couple dead to the pounding, sleeping eyes wide open..
Still the optimistic fool of a wind keeps knocking.. Persistant in its own foolish way...


PS: I hate cold feet. my usual super power ability to sleep seems to have betrayed me tonight.. the noise outside reminds me of the C grade horror movie background sound.. the loud patters , thunder storm and the door almost flying of it's hinges like a caged hungry dog eyeing a plump rabbit hopping around.. and everything ends up to the above bad poetry which lacks rhyme and rhythm and anything resembling close to a poetry.. my apologies.. and yes, i do hate cold feet!

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