Working On A Monsoon Night

How very agreeable,

Doing your stuff,

When the weary world shuts its eyes.

The inky night,

Comes rushing in,

Through the open window uninvited.

The regal moon,

In solitary flight,

Stops for just a moment and smiles.

The wind plays,

A musician’s notes,

In near-perfect octaves.

Then clouds huddle,

Thunder rolls deep,

And streaks of lightning tear apart the darkness.

Now the rain,

Soft murmur rising,

In crescendo, to fall unabated.

It’s a spell,

Doing your stuff,

While the world is sleeping tight!