The Storm

Lightning bolts and lightning strikes

On this hot and humid night 

Dance amidst the dark's delight

To a breeze that's oh so slight

We listen to the rain

Pound against the window pane

Thunder sounding like a train

Or screams of one perceived insane

The hail descending from the sky

Like frozen tears from Heaven's eyes

An intent to merely compromise

With the drops of rain that multiply

But all of these will conclude

Or,at least,become subdued

Opting for an interlude 

With what will become it's solitude

The wind has calmed,the ground has dried

So we take a walk outside 

To wave the storm a last goodbye

It turns and waves back at us

With an unexpected gust

Letting us know that though subdued

It still shares this interlude