Sounds in the Dark (A Sonnet)

I wait for dawn to crest the mountaintop
to see what manner of a beast could make
the trees to rave, the ground to move and shake.
It lasts so long it seems it will not stop.
So I await--my heart about to pop.
Suspense so great that I can hardly take.
To come out here at night was a mistake.
For now the dawn awakes to show me not,
A behemoth that shakes the very ground,
Nor creature of the likes I’ve never seen.
This thing that terrified me with such sound,
Is such as I have not begun to glean.
Amid the trees, not far from me I’ve found,
two trucks with a bulldozer in between.

This is my first attempt at writing a Petrarchan sonnet. I tried to write in iambic pentameter and believe I have succeeded, for the most part. I kept this simple, as it is my first. The Rhyme scheme is Abbaabba-cdcdcd.  The Petrarchan is named after the Italian poet Petrarch. He is one of the original users of this style of sonnet. Milton and Elizabeth Barret Browning also used this style quite frequently.