every day is another thunderstorm,
a chorus of ricocheting hail
pinging off my car and window
a cacophonous song,
screeching and screaming

every evening, i pull
the blankets over my head
and squeezed close my eyes
pretending the flashes of lightning
do not exist, that they’re only
passing headlights of cars driving by

by yet they still climb in through the window
even thought i never leave it cracked
and crawls in to bed with me,
until i can smell is rain
and unable to breathe,
i suffocate
on their humidity

National Poetry Writing Month Day 25: Write a poem specific to a season that uses imagery

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