We’re expecting a pretty nasty rain storm to start tonight. It inspired my latest poem in a form that’s new to me- a nocturna.
The outcast sun retreats behind the clouds
then whimpers to the ground to end its day.
Above, the roiling sky of tempest shrouds
will deafen ears and blast away with light.
Dear Lord please take this wicked storm away
for it’s a beast that stalks me in the night.
The driving rains are pounding on my roof
while thunder roars as if it wants to stay.
I trust you, Lord, why do you ask for proof?
Not having ever heard of that form, I was immediately interested. The rhyming scheme and origins of the form are quite enticing. I decided to stick with some of the poem’s origins and write about a storm in the night, mixing in a prayer as perhaps the originals may have done.