Captured Moon

Night at it's darkest.
Holds the moon for ransom.
Clouds huddle in conquest.
Wind howling it's obsession.

Lightning lights up the sky.
Trying to free the moon.
Thunder, its only ally.
Not a moment too soon.

Swept fiercely by the wind,
Rain pummels the earth.
Moon felt it had sinned,
For showing all its worth.

Lightning cuts through the sky
Knowing what's at stake
Thunder follows close by
Earth shaking in its wake

Rain reduced to a mist
Wind subdued to a sigh
Clouds cease to persist
Vacating the night sky

Moon glows with pride
Earth damp and cold,
Taking it in stride
Morning soon to behold.