CYRENE RAINSTORM
An Acrostic Poem by Madelyne Ech'lir-Aeglienne

Crickets halt their midnight serenade as
Your feathers ruffle in anticipation. The
Rain is coming. Bats, owls, insects, and
Even fish take cover. You race down the street
Needing shelter from the weather. Air is charged,
Electric, a weapon against dry ground. Hail, like
Rocks, pelt you as you duck in the doorway at
Amadeo's. Unwilling to disturb his slumber, you peek
Inside your pack to confirm you've food to last the
Night. In a flash, lightning illuminates the dark
Sky, silhouetting your figure. A guard with diamond-
Tipped arrow readied, smiles when she sees you are
Only a harmless young bard. With a nod, the guard
Rides west and you are again alone. Storm clouds
Move towards the Vashars, taking Lord Twilight's
Storms and leaving behind the song of a new day.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Glacian, in the year 410 AF.