the storm of 9 and 12

it was on that september night
that i wished for cool [and sleepy] evening -
and on that year of twenty,oh and five
did silent nature reply in full

for a good forty the black sky raged;
it was a storm unseen.
a tempest to challenge Lear's;
it was a wrath unleashed.

the anger writhed among squeaking men
and dried in cries of anguish

the lightning flickered like broken lights
and deafened with blinding flashes

the thunder pounded and roared
and shook the feeble walls

but as it began, it came to end
and cool rain flooded in
upon the sweating blocks it swept
and redeemed my dreamy wishes

/spammation. they say thunder and lightning storms don't last for more than half and hour... if that is so... what on earth was that last night?