Thundershowers tell of my inconsolable world sometimes late at night ..
My delightful stage devoid of it's mesmerizing heavenly bodies , the nocturnal call of owl and whippoorwill silenced , the sounds of life that
beckon o'er the horizon become taciturn ..
Melancholy's bitter angst returned , rain laden gutters count time against storm racked weatherboard , tears of pain bathe wind confused Hickory's .. Porch lights smothered with flies and humidity , the wicked world is washed , delivered once more to the inspirational glitter of the rational , new morning ..