the big fat moon shines down, in a midnight souless delight happy with it all, giddy, full of itself the confidence oozing, filled with, a righteous piety on a bent, up till then, as a line of angry looking clouds give the impression of- an arrogant smile crossing the moons face, what a touch, this slick character moon, still with tricks up it sleeve, the winds begin shifting bringing more change; in cracks of thunder to break the back as silent streaks of lighting, become alive, hot and murderous all in response to what was a previously silent night brought about, now coming to pass, the modality of change, swift deepening, quick to a sullen nod for nothing breaks the monotony better than a sudden mood swing from a fickle moon's changing of mind on this hot summer country night