  They are out there Shouting for me to let them in They are stomping on my roof They are tapping their nails on my window They are running around in my yard Searching for a way inside They scream for me to let them in But I won'tI know they are here to get me They howl in anger at my insolence I had let them in before They beat on my rooftop They tap their nails on my window They pound on my door,  demanding in Their lights shine in my window,  in flashes as they search for a way in But I stand defiantI tell them " No,  go away!  Then.
 all is quite As quickly as they had come,  they are gone They have moved on to the next house down the street However I know they will be back But for now.  Peace I& nbsp; then drift asleep to the steady pitter- patter&
nbsp;  of the storm that has passed. nbsp;  & nbsp;  this is a poem I wrote while I was by myself in the middle of a thunderstorm with high winds and lots of rain.
nbsp;  It was suppose to mean that there was something outside in the storm trying to& nbsp; get in,  but& nbsp;
I have realized it& nbsp; can be interpretted many ways. nbsp;  The day after I wrote this someone broke into our house.
