The Night Is Shy (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Some lightning-bolts do explode
and huge drops do fall in the dust
but later it's rain that do only sieve down
and tonight the lights of the city are dull.
There is nothing outside that stirs,
not even doves that coo love-songs
and I smell the rain like love on the ground,
hear the creaking of the yellowwood floor
as if the night is shy like a young woman
who covers her breasts in her nightclothes,
do big-eyed sneak in on her first marriage-night
the drops do still fall outside soft like dew,
yet the night is eager to fulfil the love ritual
when timid the moon peep in at the window.