Night Storm Spills

I lay awake in the night listening to the rain beating down and Muse suggested, rather strongly, that I wrote down what I was thinking.  When I woke, more words started flowing and the whole thing came together.





Night Storm Spills  -  27 Aug 12


Gathering wind
Rustles leaves
Shaking branches
Owls are silent ~ expectant
Waiting for the storm

Rain on an already
Saturated
Ground
Flows
To an already full stream

Night ~ silent but for wind
Storm ~ lashes the land
Spills ~ its rain





I feel that this poem works even though it didn't grow in the way I expected ~ thank you Muse for the prompts.