After many grisly sundowns,
And days aghast,
There it was,
Ravenous senses were satisfied,
When it rained that night,
Actually the day that was not as bright.
Breaking self imposed shackles,
Swishing among people,
There I was,
Though getting wet, I plod.
Saw those mighty knights joust,
Swaying outstretched lances as they fought,
The blue into a cornucopia of white,
Shedding pellucid blood everywhere in sight.
Miles beneath, the gloom was all gone,
No more the angry sun shone,
Harbingers the swathing winds seemed to me,
Of happy, sheeny days rejoicing with glee.
Plebians on the street, roofs and open gates,
Playing, dancing, glibbing all along,
Prying at the fool they saw.
Pelting across here I was,
Assuaging myself with the flight.
Imparting thrill to the scented air,
The pruned grass, the excited fauna.
I was the nature and the nature was in me.
Here I was, though getting wet I plod!
