Wind of the Night

Night falls and crickets call out from the dark.

Heat surrenders its warmth to the moist air.

I breath deep, the day wanes and morning will come again.

But to surrender this moment of peace, is what I will not allow.

Peace is a luxury not wasted.

What promise of peace does tomorrow hold?

A once gentle breeze, takes a swifter motion.

The moisture of the air thickens,

It promises to saturate the ground with more than dew.

My soul takes flight as the gusts catch me.

For a moment, I hear the silent thunder of the wind.

Despite the noise of its gusts,

I feel only peace, and there my thoughts rest.

Chills come upon me and the crickets resign their song.

Thunder rumbles from afar,

Transcending matter as it resonates in my heart.

Euphoria is upon me,

And I remember rain.

With my eyes closed, and currents of wind blowing through my shirt,

I hear a familiar sound. . .

. . ,tap. . . tap, tap. . .

Here is what I have waited for!

How foolish one looks to stand in the rain.

Yet, an innocent foolishness releases the heart,

In this moment, I am young once again.

I see and I hear nothing but the night and the rain,

A sense of schedule is gone with the wind.

I have no intention of reliving it again.

This heart of a child, still within me,

Will stand in the rain and not let me leave.