The fall fell into puddles and reflected
Right through the cloud’s swaying tides,
It resurrected to new heights
And in the lucid, shinning lights,
It dimly glimmered in the night
And sighted grimly on the earth, --
A tempest rose so full of verve!
And lightning with extensive strides
Skipped flights of stairs
And struck with stripes of blaring glares--
So scarcely scattered.
And only battered trees objected
The frail trees, deprived of pride,
Had set their final leaves in flight, --
They stood exposed and unprotected.
The television diagnosed
A coming calm,
But I envisioned
The grace and power of the storm, --
I was effected by the fall
I fell in love, --
[This message has been edited by Master (edited 06-04-2000).]