Tempest

The air was thick with torrential rain That hammered down relentlessly From thick dark swirling clouds And was blown by a malevolent wind that Shook the bones of tall trees snapping Off old weary branches Leaves with golden hues or russet red Blew in every direction as the hour glass Melted towards late evening No animal stirred or made a sound As the land was hit like a hammer on a Blacksmith's forge by such foul weather The only sound a tin can rattling along the Street it seems so foolish to be out in such Weather squelching and squelching along Nights cape was blowing in such a tempest In a starless dark night that the sight of Home brought such sheer delight