To all you fellow hopeless romantics, who’d sooner part with slumber than miss a rain filled thundery night, hope you enjoy this ode:
It’s a warm summer night,
Under the veil of dusk I write.
The sound of thunder echo through the darkness,
The flickering of lightening reveal the hidden.
Thick storm of clouds blanket this gloom,
Drop by drop spills, the rain.
A faint glimmer of light sheds, the street lamp,
Through the window I gaze upon this sight.
Not a soul wanders outside,
All cozily nestled from nature’s charm.
The dawn is yet hours away,
This night makes its presence known.
Slumber has been chased away,
Can’t much miss to lay upon its arms,
When the magic of this night has me bound.
– Surely, Sherley
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Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2015.