The hunting tonight

I sit on my hill and I look at my view. And a cold world spans to the horizon. I hear the wind howl and I see the rain drive. And I feel a world of no sun shining. I watch the clouds gather and I hear the sky thunder. And I see lighting crack the darkening grey skies in front and behind the horizon. I listen to the sounds of the winds mauling the grounds. And I hear the barn owl cry knowing the hunting tonight will be poor and wanting. I sit here on my hill watching the view of my night. And seeing the hills of the trees swaying and fighting. I see the rains move and feel the winds turn towards here from where I’m looking. And I wait until the first drop aims right through my window to strike me like it knew I was watching! I close the glazed light to hold back the rough night. And I close my eyes on my hill listening to the rains and winds battle with strong will behind my still curtains.