Home

Even amidst the storm, everything will fall into place as long as we come back to what we call “home.” It can come in forms of people or even in a form of dogs. Home is your own definition.

Pelts of rain against concrete
A whiff of petrichor
In frosty breeze and soft quilt
Embraced by the comfort’s warmth
Contentment and serenity looms
Storms beat against the glass
Yet I asleep soundly
For where I am is safe
In you I am home

Author's Note

There’s serenity amidst the storm.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

The storms of life cannot hurt us if we are where we're supposed to be. Very nice.