This one is about a time when I got stuck in the middle of an extreme storm in New Zealand. We foolishly parked beneath a tree below a mountain and the thunder rocketed off the edge of the mountain and felt like it was consuming our van.
The Storm
1.
Bruised sky above
Our little yellow van
Your breath soothes me to sleep
2.
The sky’s angry roar
As it echo’s around the mountain
Heart hard in my chest
3.
Motion Picture
Lighting up my view
Flashing on then off
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