When I look out the window, all I see is blackness.
Blackness underneath, in the middle, and on top.
Then, all of a sudden, a flash of light.
Did someone just take a picture?
No, the heavens have opened up.
The rain is smashing down, the wind swooping.
But here I am in the light.
Everywhere else is dark.
We have a friend that others don't.
Although he is rusted, brown and mostly neglected,
he is the one to rescue us in time of need.
It only takes him a minute to realize we need him.
Even though we never think of him until we need him.
Our best friend when the power is out.
The generator.
Then, all of a sudden, a flash of light.
Did someone just take a picture?
No, the heavens have opened up.
The rain is smashing down, the wind swooping.
But here I am in the light.
Everywhere else is dark.
We have a friend that others don't.
Although he is rusted, brown and mostly neglected,
he is the one to rescue us in time of need.
It only takes him a minute to realize we need him.
Even though we never think of him until we need him.
Our best friend when the power is out.
The generator.
Lovely poem. And how cool that you guys have a generator. If the world starts to implode, I'll head to your house!
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