On A Rainy Night - A Poem

 

ON A RAINY NIGHT

The grass is a field of shining emeralds,

The trees are covered in jade,

The street is a sheet of glowing metals,

The wind is a ghost in the shade.

The clouds are a group of battling soldiers,

The lightning is a sword of gold,

The rain is an avalanche of liquid boulders,

The thunder is a voice in the cold.

My heart is a stranger beating on his door,

For his love is a heaven of delight,

My soul is a glutton begging for more,

But alas, he has slipped out of sight.