The Writers' Circle

The moon pours through my window
Creating a pleasent, soft glow 
Till suddenly the sky is filled with clouds 
The moon's light no longer shows 

Thunder bangs
Now I'm wide awake
Angels are bowling above 

Lightening flashes 
I can't fall asleep
But the storm crashes
It dies to ashes

Rain still drums against the walls around me
Spreading the with world tender peace
Taking away the pain the storm made
Giving me sleep and sweet dreams