Nights of Mystery

Cloaked in a painted garment, covering the entire horizon Not a sign of moon nor stars; but simply total darkness There were short periods of silence, scary and torturous There were intermittent sounds and streaks of light Even the thunder seemed tamed at short intervals But everyone knew that the party in earth's atmosphere was just about ready to rock, roll, rumble, and shout There was a mystery, but it was mysterious to visitors only We, the native ones, were all too familiar with nature's ways Experience had taught us that at any given moment, as the elders would say, "All hell is about to break loose". Or they would whisper, "An ominous dark cloud is going to burst and pour". And like, if during the day, there was bright sunlight, and also raining, our elders said, "The devil is beating his wife". Why, we never realized that the devil was married; and we didn't care. We children believed every word our elders spoke, which was mostly true But some of what we heard was mystery, especially at night. They told us all kinds of 'believables' that we refused to refute So we moved in close and held each other tight, til the mystery nights passed Often, after the 'light shows' and great 'sound effects', the storms also passed 08042017PSContest, Mysterious Night, Nayda Negron