The Beast of Night
Storm clouds slowly start to suffocate the starry sky,
Rolling recklessly into view.
The brewing beast brings a bounty of
God's wonders with it too.
Lightning illuminates the lonely night
like a Christmas light show delight.
But all too quickly the quirky quality
Of bluish purple fades away.
Boom! Crack! The thunderous roar that mimics
a thousand bowling balls hitting the floor of the heavens follows,
quaking the quiet night of May.
Then, the soft, soothing sound of several rain droplets comes,
slapping the solid safe haven of the homes.
The wind begins, forcing the weary, weathered trees to bow down
before their mighty king.
The current of air picks up yard toys,
throwing them like a child in a tantrum, as it moans.
As a chorus of chaos continues,
I carry a calmness and comfort in my soul,
cautiously aware that the storm will end.
and the twinkling stars will appear again,
showing their friendly familiar face.
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