Stormy nights are music to my ears
like stair rods, piercing my fears
comfort of the pitter patter
heavens crying tune
watering my garden lit by the moon.
The rupture of a cloud
a crack creating light
moisturising air
creating such delight.
My mind eases into sleep
knowing peace has come
the heavy rain beating
like a musical drum.
Cosy, warm and dry
as wet pavements sigh
quenching leaves on trees
and wetting passers-by.
No longer hear the sounds
of thunderous yawns
from flowers that have drowned
on a dewy dawn.
But smiles as sunshine rises
clearing pollen air
my curtain hides surprises
time to leave my chair.
The storm has now gone
as animals leave their lair
a new day has begun
another day to share.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
Stormy nights are music to my ears
like stair rods, piercing my fears
comfort of the pitter patter
heavens crying tune
watering my garden lit by the moon.
The rupture of a cloud
a crack creating light
moisturising air
creating such delight.
My mind eases into sleep
knowing peace has come
the heavy rain beating
like a musical drum.
Cosy, warm and dry
as wet pavements sigh
quenching leaves on trees
and wetting passers-by.
No longer hear the sounds
of thunderous yawns
from flowers that have drowned
on a dewy dawn.
But smiles as sunshine rises
clearing pollen air
my curtain hides surprises
time to leave my chair.
The storm has now gone
as animals leave their lair
a new day has begun
another day to share.
