The Night When It Rained (A Poet's Dilemma) Comments

It rained that night and lightening flashed, The wild wind smote my window pane. So much that I felt it were rude, Not respecting my loneliness, Nor caring for my solitude. It's a nice beginning. Now dawn to dusk I glimpse the skies, That thunder clouds may gather soon. And how I pray that it remain, Until twilight has spread her veil, To end my fevered ceaseless pain You have expressed your pain from waiting so beautifully! I feel that night is coming soon, When I would bask in heaven's boon, My angel sweet would come to me, Again one dark and thundery night, And gather me into her arms To embark on a blissful flight, So I be spared from loneliness And be entombed in heaven's light. I appreciate your hopefulness here. A very nice poem. I enjoyed it. A perfect 10 for it.