The Storm Outside & Inside

The rain tickles the windows.
Like the stroking of a witches broom.
Scratching & clawing while i sat.
Contemplation like St Jerome.
The sound became a lashing.
Wind grew into a fierce howling.
Somehow it got inside my head.
Whistling about my chimmley pots.
Gusts & noise rose to a fever pitch.
I thought I was going insane.
It's only the wind and the rain.
I'm warm and safe indoors.
I wake up several time a night.
I sense This raging storm wind howling.
Each and every awaking.
Time is slowing down again.
Your thoughts plague my troubled mind.
Echoing around my soul for wks & mths.
Feeling like eternity on the dark side.
A place were darkness grows.
The storm outside has calmed.
Hope it's the same inside my head.
The light I'm moving towards.
Betta not be a train.
Coming from other direction.