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.

It is indeed grand dear lady with heart.

More Please!

Thank you it will be continued

Lovely imagery... very nice.

Beautiful.

Thank you all

More dear lady more.

Take a bow dear lady.

Taking a bow, right now and than standing staight back up.