With air so still, no breeze around, <br />a storm was brewing, somewhat near. <br />Not a whisper crept o’er the ground, <br />just eerie silence, fraught with fear. <br /> <br />Birds ceased their singing, creatures fled, <br />knowing that something might ensue. <br />Rumbling was heard, causing such dread, <br />one sky with stealth, much darker grew. <br /> <br />The landscape stood out harsh and bleak, <br />lightning bolts pierced the firmament. <br />Torrential rain in sheets so freak, <br />came crashing down when clouds gave vent. <br /> <br />All through the night the tempest roared, <br />pelting the earth with potent force. <br />And on and on the deluge poured, <br />as it continued on its course. <br /> <br />When all was spent the sun did rise, <br />reflecting on a wet terrain. <br />Then as land ultimately dries, <br />life thus returns to its domain. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-through-the-night/
