Standing outside
Rain...
Falling
Wind...
Blowing
Wood branches...
Creaking
Pond water...
Falling off the rocks
Clouds like jets,
Across the sky.
Sound of rain,
Best at night.
Pitch black
No sight
Late Yes.
But no fright.
Just sitting
Feeling
Listening
Observing...
Without my eye.
Relaxed
No worries
Perfect night.
A little cold
Yes
But No bite.
Sweet smell
Of burning pine.
A light shown,
No longer hidden
By the clouds
Full moon
Found
My wonderful night
As I stand outside.

Late Yes.