Black As Night

A storm was brewing
a gathering of black clouds
blocking out the sun
waiting for the thunder to clap
and the rain to fall.
“Black as night,”
my mother said
nervously,
“the clouds have eaten the sun.”
She didn’t like storms.

I found it exciting
unpredictable
disconcerting,
the transformation
of day into night.
And the blackness completed it.
Nights were usually grey
with cloud,
I liked it when the cloud cleared
leaving brightness, not blackness
as if the moon had eaten the dark.

It seems the moon is the more powerful.
The clouds might eat the sun,
but the moon ate the dark.

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A storm was brewing a gathering of black clouds blocking out the sun waiting for the thunder to clap and the rain to fall. “Black as night,” my mother said nervously, “the clouds have eaten the sun…