Listening to the Night

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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.

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