As daylight begins to fade,
And dark clouds set in,
We await the stormy night.
With some, great slumber shall be gifted,
As others are called to write.
So soon many are reading,
And children watch with wonderous delight.
Ah, there they are, the stormy nights,
Basked highly with wisdom,
And painted in spirits.
The comfort of the blanket of rain,
Gentle roar of thunderous clouds,
And awe of bright flashing lightning.
Wash away the dirty day,
Bring life in your stormy gale.
Oh stormy night, good must prevail!