The night is dark
The air is pure
The storm is coming
There’s no cure

 Small flashes of gold
Flicker in the sky
Streaks of lightening
Begin to fly

The blackness now changes
Into a canvas of colour
Wisps of dreams
Imagination like no other

As the storm fades everywhere is silent
Not a whisper or a sound
Then drops are heard
As rain trickles down

The pavements shine
From The dewy downfall
The rain lightens up
The sky stands tall

The moon then gleams
A Chrystal clear white
And once again
It’s a perfect night