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.