Thunder clouds dance overhead,
Rain pours down upon our bodies,
drenched, we laugh and smile.
We marvel at the sights above,
the thunderous sounds in all directions,
the sweet array of electricity lighting this night's sky.
The clouds are dark and rolling,
comming in from all directions.
Like a river, they seem to flow.
A grey one here, a black one there,
we sit on your porch,
relax, and witness the show.
Inside, we retreat,
enough excitement for one night,
time to dry off and get warm.
We change into our warmest clothes,
and sit infront of the television.
You make me tea that way, just right.
We settle down for our favourite shows,
and stay awake long into the night.
The power goes out for a little while.
We sit quietly with one lit candle.
Its late we know, but of the exact time we are unsure.
In a silent agreement we listen.
Nature is often ignored,
but tonight we'll apreciate her.
She's marvelous and expansive,
She controlls our every action.
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A Glance Into My Mind
PoetryPoetry i have written at the proverbial best of times, and worst of times. This should give all who care a small but enticing look into the mind of one depressed and wistful sophmore.