I had a dream the other night
And woke from slumber with a fright
The late air whined it seemed to say
A storm is due some time today.
The wind rushed through the limbs of trees
And shuddered quickly in the breeze
The darkened clouds did hesitate
While all about were in a state
There in the gloom one ray of light
Did pierce the sky and caught my sight,
Perhaps the storm may change its mind
Now wouldn’t that be super fine ?
Claire V. Bogdanos 