Alexander Presniakov - Inspiration

On the days of quiet slumber, <br /> when time is at a still. <br /> Then comes a giant thunder and the winds <br /> begin to chill. <br /> <br /> In the air is found a dampness, <br /> in the skies rolling black clouds, <br /> to the ground fall droplets, <br /> to form pools all about. <br /> <br /> Perhaps its my imagination, <br /> or only my dream. <br /> but every time I see this, <br /> it makes me write a new theme. <br /> <br /> To me its inspiration, inspiration is this <br /> to see all of nature in one wedded bliss.<br /><br />Alexander Presniakov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inspiration-4/