A man stood alone in the black of night,
Weary from the toils of daily life,
Watching with awe as the sky cracked with light,
Slowly forgetting his own inner strife,
Dark thoughts wash away with each drop of rain,
His troubles were carried off by the wind,
Eyes closed he enjoyed the absence of pain,
And opening them to the sky he grinned,
Again and again lightning crashed in the sky,
And thunder howled back with furious roar,
As on he stood in the glory let fly,
And listened to the night’s musical score,
Alive to find calm in the midnight storm,
Knowing naught but calm in the midnight storm.
