When the stars are up and the sun is down
I take out my pen to write and write to an eternity
I sit up and smile and save the frown
I ne’er ever want to give up the fight, the fight to identity
When the world sleeps, I am at work
At work, frantically till morning
The peace, the pleasure and the tranquility of night
Could never have come without warning.
I simply love to work at night and hear the crickets chattering
I love to hear a distant rumble of the thunder may be oncoming
I love to hear the leaves rustling as my finger type away to glory
If I hadnt liked all these sounds, I wouldn’t have written this story!
- Another Rainy Day (therandomthoughtbistro.wordpress.com)