The gentle sounds of raindrops splashing upon the pavement 
Cars passing subtly and their whereabouts unknown
Lightning and thunder intertwined amongst the sky
The sounds of a stormy night are everything but shy

The darkness that has set in births occasional silence.
The flashlights of the street shine as if their lives depended on it
Beautiful portraits are the result of a rain pool's reflection. 
The leaf deprived trees once condemned by winter rejoice at spring's affection. 

The frightening sounds and threatening sights nag and scream all through the night
Until the silence spreads and the faint sounds perish
And the beauty of nature becomes something to cherish
But the morning becomes young as the night gets old and the remnants of a new day unfold.