Day: July 14, 2020

The sky is lit up from within
even though it's 8 P.M.
Glowing like my nightlamp
during my bedtime reads.

Not dark enough
that I can see the silhouettes 
of the birds heading home
or they might really be bats
rushing to their midnight revel.

It has been smelling of rain for hours
thought I feel the soft caress of the drops only now.

I wish I could call the low rumble of thunder
a lullaby
But lightening after dark always cause
a slight temor in my chest
Ever since that close call 
one summer night.

The weeping clouds 
       sometimes a warning
       sometimes a small smile
on a face looking
up,
up,
up
peering down into the atmosphere.