Midnight Rain

into midnight, well past With no stars and moon in sight Since the dusk stole in The sky looked silvery and uncertain Only I could see clouds Happy as flamingoes Dancing to the tunes of their prince With ankle bells tied around calves, it seemed For there were sounds pattering on the ground Soft, gentle and pleasant And I thought It must be tears of cloud Shed in joy of motherhood And while falling Distilled into serenade and twinkling Stars and tinkling beauties Upon lands of lights and melodies I opened the window And what I heard and saw Mesmerized me And my sleeping eyes into awakening like petrel on the sea To an act stately I had been longing to see stealthily Lest admonished for daring into her mysteries Of rainbow pearls, silver lighting and percussion tones Of texture so grand and serene nature rarely shares with us All in an open stage symphonized to christen One of her children Though caught unawares reveling in pleasantries And there were no dignitaries Yet she thought I was watching Embarrassed she tuned the tones down and flashing Softened yet I watched and watched till The melody of cuckoos awakened the day king in a distant hill