Twilight Rain Poem by Paige Scott

**And NO, this has nothing to do with the dumb vampire movies! **

The sky is a faded purple-gray,
The wind gusts through the trees—
And I hear the neighbor’s wind chimes—
Hear the haunted tinkling cease.

A bird cries in the distance,
And the lawn shines strangely blue—
Lit by the gleam of the raindrops—
That magic inverted dew.

I see the droplets as they fall—
I hear each micro-splash—
And pause to watch for lightning bolts—
And wait for cymbal crash—

The magic of a twilight rain
Is beautiful indeed!
And I could watch forever—
And pay all else no heed—