When the Night Asks You a Question

January 13, 2011
By ElizabethBlack PLATINUM, St. Louis, Missouri
ElizabethBlack PLATINUM, St. Louis, Missouri
40 articles 7 photos 15 comments

In the dead of night
By the lamp post light
A storm brews out of sight
The wind whips through my hair
In the cold sharp air
And I wonder if anyone’s there?

The wind picks up fast
From just a breeze past
To howling forever to last
The rain mocks my call
And continues to fall
And I wonder if I’m there at al?

Upwards the leaves start to fly
I follow their path with my wide open eye
And then I see the crack in the sky
Could a heaven so great
Yield to such a strange fate?
I wonder if I am too late.


The author's comments:
Inspired by one of those late night storms that just fascinate me.

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on Jan. 25 2011 at 8:01 pm
ElizabethBlack PLATINUM, St. Louis, Missouri
40 articles 7 photos 15 comments
Thank you very much! I do love the rain :)

on Jan. 25 2011 at 7:55 pm
NativePrideGirl BRONZE, Havre, Montana
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i like it.  it made me think if all the fun i have in the rain.


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