Storm

Room Five wrote sense poems about the storm in Auckland last night. So here is mine...

I could see the green sparks bouncing off our power lines.

I could taste the hot Milo pouring down my throat.

I could feel the blankets tucked around me like a sausage.

I could hear the thunder drumming on my roof.

I could smell the pizza cooking in the oven.

Storms make me feel warm and safe inside my house.