Overcast Shadows of Midnight

The light is gone with the day. 

The evening breeze in settling in from the horizon as it blows gracefully through the trees. Darkness has risen on the scene as birds are nestled in their nests prepared determinately throughout the light of day. 

Not a sound is heard except for the wind as it announces the stormy clouds coming from the shadow-lands. 

Thunders then roar across the northern sky as streaks of lightning dance in the night sky. The rains then begin to pour down as if someone was preventing a great downpour of catastrophic proportions for quite some time. 

Time just slips away so expectantly, that not a single soul is ready for what lies ahead before dawn breaks through and rain droplets drip from the leaves one right after the other, heralding in a brand new day. 

The wind starts to pick up, more violent and tempestuous than usual. 

What on earth is happening? 

Are we ready for the truth of the matter? 

Midnight is calling out to us through these overcast shadows. 

Are we listening? 

Or are we not paying it any mind?

Author's Note

Give it to me straight. Be unbiased.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting poem. Could be a good lead for a story. The poem asked questions and create possibilities. I like poetry that make the reader think. This poem did. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Paramount]

Again grazie. It browsed through some of your works and they are quite long. Haha

[Coyote Poetry]

I know. I'm a epic poet. I'm trying to write shorter poetry.

[Paramount]

Oh okay. Well, just always be yourself in your works and let the inspiration, imagination, and creativity flow. :)