The night was long and dreary.
Clouds cloaked the night and raindrops did pour
As if the sky had become teary.
Shadows were long and a cool wind bit at your
Thin cover of skin as the sound of spring showers
And scent of damp leaves and soaked soil
Surrounded your senses. Leafless trees reached up like towers
Toward the dismal night sky with branches that twisted and coiled
But the harsh downpour had begun to soften around you
And the breeze, though now more gentle, still blew.