Chirping choir of crickets sounding
As the thickening darkness surrounds me
A soft and gentle breeze blows
Brushing my arms, cheeks and nose
A lone owl hoots in the night;
Somewhere beneath the faint moon light.
Increasing wind swishes and sways in the trees;
A rhythmic lullaby like a lapping, churning sea.
Zigzag flashes of dancing bright lightening
Trail across the black distant horizon
Soon peals of crashing thunder is heard
Creeping ever nearer and nearer
Raindrops patter and strum
In a steady, staccato hum
Finally, the beating rain slowly recedes
As morning arrives softly caressing the scene.