A split rail fence darken from the penetrating of the lingering rain
A train whistles far off in the distant
Fog intensifies the night~

The rippling stream, so rhythmic, enhanced by the
mystic quiteness in the air~

Is interrupted by the roll of thunder
As the storm progresses near the end~

The flickering of lightening illuminates
fields only to display the silhouette
of a farmhouse and barn~

The curtains move ever so slightly
As the beads of water on the tattered screen
dissipate into nowhere~

Scattered branches still rustling
Whisper
As the power of nature remains in command~

And the tranquility of the night returns once again~


( My first attempt at free verse hope you all like it)