To the Night

the night is young full of unwanted sorrow dark storm clouds roll in taking away clear view no birds can sing sweet melodies nor animal burro in the tree-tops thunder casts out a dreadful cry and lightening strikes it's evil wand across the darkened world the rain thrashes it's anger not once or twice, but through out the night til morn. when all sorrow lifts it's head and the sun beams with delight