A storm will arise tonight. <br /> <br />The wind has started ruffling the pages of my book <br />The open window creaks, curtains billow. <br />Branches move, rustle softly, start to move. <br />Leaves of trees, leaves of books <br />Light, almost unsubstantial, it almost looks <br />As though an invisible hand moves. <br /> <br />The storm has arisen, pale boughs dance <br />To the wind that has set to a-singing; <br />Where do the clouds go when they sail out of sight? <br />The moon, amused, hides and bobs <br />Consents to show a single ray of light. <br /> <br />Lovers wait; poets write. <br />A storm will arise tonight. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright: Rani Turton<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-storm-will-arise-tonight/
