Midnight

Lightning calls my name Uttering in a rumbling, crackling, white light Calling me over and over again

Storm

Thunder clouds are rumbling Off into the distant horizon, The breeze pushes back and forth. Silently In wait.

Rain Dance

The clouds are getting together, to reunite, to become one. The sky is becoming a darkish grayish, bluish, and purplish color. The wind howls into the sky, and murmurs its secrets onto the others, “It’s coming, it’s coming”. Its murmurs are so endless, that it shakes the well-built house and makes it creak. The wind…