Poem: Awaiting Rescue

As I listen with jittery nerves

To the raging wind

Fiercely howling

Shutters ripping away

Rafters banging on the roof

I ponder to think

What have I done?

“Fearless

I think my soul would be

No need to panic

I can ride this out

My life

All I own is here.”

Rain pelts down

Through the cracks in the ceiling

A pond on the living room floor

Recessed plywood rips violently off

Shattering glass.

I grasp the dimly lit flashlight

Rushing to see

Sheets of rain swirling down

Into a newly formed lake

Where my car used to be.

A sinking feeling

In the pit of my stomach

Grows deeper

Rapid pulse of panic

Engulfs my body

Awaiting anxiously for rescue.