When I was young
my mum would be the one
to close my bedroom window when the storms started
during the night
the rain would wake us
and it would take us a moment to realise
that the sound was not applause
but heavy sheets of water
unfurled from above
sent crashing down
the dark was all encompassing
to newly-opened eyes
and rather than sit up in bed
and glide the glass across myself
to stop the rain from streaming in
I would wait for her
and anticipate when she may appear at the door
through the dark
coming in
to check on me
and shield me from the outside
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