As the wind howls,
And the storm grows wild,
I nestle into a cozy chair,
With a book and a glass of wine.
The rain is a steady beat,
That taps on the windowpane,
The pages turn,
And I'm lost in the story again.
The smell of rain fills the air,
And I can almost taste the raindrops,
The plot thickens,
And my heart never stops.
As the hours pass,
The story grows intense,
I'm on the edge of my seat,
With every sentence.
I feel the tension build,
As the mystery unfolds,
The plot twists and turns,
And my nerves unfold.
The lights flicker,
The power goes out,
I'm left alone,
In the dark and the doubt.
But the book is my guide,
Through the stormy night,
The story keeps me company,
As I read by candlelight.
© Mivuyo Ntantiso

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