Let me tell you about that night
When the moon hadn't been high.
The clouds were all set around
Making a path, at the center, for luna to lie.
The clouds became blue,
The stars were blocked.
In time, rainfall came though,
In mid October, as we talk.
The date had been wrong,
My calendar was torn.
Clouds' inspirations prolong,
A raincoat I had worn.
It was a wrong night,
An incorrect date was recorded.
The reader questioned the journal's insight.
The story had long been discarded.
