Friday, July 31, 2015

something secret

i wake in the night
to a sharp crack of thunder
followed by a low and soothing rumble
and stay awake
as the rain comes
beckoning to me
enticing me to rise
as if the storm is something secret
just for me
from somewhere
away beyond the clouds
the full moon
casts over everything
a silent pewter glow
and i stand
for a while
in the open doorway
breathing in the sweetness
and listen to the ducks
murmur softly to one another