Quarrel of the Restless

Shivering in the breeze the fearful trees
Omits a smell of fear, I have not seen for years;
  Dancing leaves, waltzing across the open field
  Over the tops of graceful gravelling grass,
    Drifting ever so slightly into the beyond.

  Storm clouds coke the mid-day sky
  From breathtaking sunny summer days
To natures wrath and her gloomy ways,
The taste of rain painted ever so black.

Kidnapping my soul, I stand still
Fists clenched tight, eyes wide shut
  I watch the storm and smile
  In pure delight, I wait…

The chorus of rain singing down, as if to inspire(?)
A beautiful beat with a thunderous sound,
Measures from sky to ground!
Incased by flashes of streaking light, to govern the darkness;
(stalking my thoughts)
As this endless Opera clothes the night,
Still, I wait…
To savor the flavor.
Of what it might.