A Beautiful Concert.

It's 12:30am now, I look outside the window and it's dark. The sky appears like a black blanket while the street lights look like the stars. Guess the world finally turned upside down. No wonder the sky is crying. The rain isn't soft and peaceful. It's coming in with a fit of passion. Pelting the ground hard and giving of such a soothing sound in the process, the wind isn't one to be left behind and it joins in the music. Howling like a wolf on a full moon night bringing with it the jitters that run down your spine. The trees start singing along as they hand over there leaves to be used as drums. The song is in tune and now it's time for the show to begin. The clock strikes 12:45 and all the lights go off. The little light that came from the street lights no more. It was a dark night now, perhaps the darkest I have ever seen. I walk out into the garage, so I can witness the magic, and so it began. Slight gaps appeared in the blanket above, bringing down moonlight. They looked like spotlights. The lightening in all it's glory took over the dark blanket. Now there were jolts of electricity in the sky giving of a purple white disco light effect. The concert was in full flow. I slowly joined in, each part of my body beginning to sing along. I felt like a rebel, so alive. I let the rain take my body like it did the leaves and the ground. I let the wind take my hair, and use them as violin strings, I let the ground take my feet, and produce with them a passion that rivaled the lighting. I let the moon take my heart, as  I twirled in it's light. Oh how I wish the song would never end, but an hour later it did. The lights came back on, the clouds were tired and dispersed away, the wind slowed to a stop. Now it was just me, the ground and the moon. I took of my shoes, and walked bare feet in the puddles and then sat down and stared at the moon. I smiled, knowing I had seen a show which the world had missed. I looked up at the moon, and kept staring at in, enjoying the after party, until dawn broke.