A Long Wait
Before the birth of the night and the accompanying rain, The sky was in no pain; She was bold and all blue, Her evening dress clear and new, The clouds put up a happy show; Roaring thuds and fire flashes in a tow, She whimpered, Wind brewed and willows danced; Mother Nature stirr’d up her brood, Frogs croaked, worms wiggled and cows mooed; Palpable, so happy a mood, Swallows flit as the sky hued to nimbus; From the sweet orange and scattered yellow cumulus, Unwrapping scents of the rain on dry earth and the sun mellows, The muse lain with me on a heap of feather pillows, Hills and ridges fuddled all night as at the sea, Wide was the gulf between your lips and mine, my queen bee; Longing for the night, you’ll be unafraid of me.