Rumbles in the twilight.
I shelter in my car
While rain falls.
Trees around me
Sway in gusty winds.
Night draws near,
Darkness.
All the stout houses
And cocooning steel
Cannot hide me long.
©2018 John I. Blair, 8/18/2018
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