Tiny, glistening orbs -
Flicker in the light.
A poet, stuck inside,
Marvels at the sight.
Crawling on the window,
Clinging to the pane,
Moonbeams of dancing light -
Illuminate the rain.
Thunder softly rumbles -
Shiver up the spine.
Lightning flashes o’er.
The poet writes another line.
Words can’t capture beauty -
Quite like living can.
Go outside and watch the show
I’m sure they’ll play again.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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