In the early night hours I sit in front of my window finishing a cup of Earl Grey tea, I notice dark clouds coming in from the almost night sky and waiting for the rains to come in, I feel the cool breeze coming in through the window, gently kissing my skin, signs pasting Thunderstorms in the heart of the night.
I get up out of the chair and go outside on the backporch, as I want to be outside to dance in the rain, which has arrived, with my delight, and I hear the wind rustling through the trees, swaying back and forth, it is now in the middle of the night and I see a few flashes in the distant horizon, lighting up the night sky, the rain drenches me from head to toe, but I don't care, its refreshing and can drench my hair all it wants to, let the cool rain soak me, I will continue to dance in it and see the lightning and hear the rumbles of the Thunderstorms, pasting in the heart of the night.

I made up the poem, but the title is from tazzops, my eagle friend.