Images Over the Glass Abode

Oh the evening it sends out a spell With the rattling of my seashells that hung over my door, chiming like a bell With a distinct feeling it was going to pour this was going to be an evening; hard to ignore Dark sapphire puffs in a mackerel sky Mother nature’s refreshing spring surprise An eerie low ceiling with a storm stirring its brew Rushes of wind from out of nowhere that flew Sailing over the glass greenhouse with a stormy breeze Bowing and flexing the solitary trees Rolls of thunder echo off the glass Making music, sounding the brass With the likeness of the sky mirrored in its image Nature’s turmoil was lined up like a scrimmage With the crashing and banging Came a slight movement of my wall hangings Streaks of lighting run like white veins Across the angry heavens it began to rain Ablaze into to the nighttime skies, lighting up my window, opening my eyes Oh the evening it sends a spell From out of the window the glass shattered and fell