Ladynight

Seated by the pane
Revelling the pouring rain
Caressed by soft breeze
A presence she feels

A shadow mulls from beneath
Blending into her feet
Gliding, trickling up her thigh
Weary, but not a sigh

Voices, a howl and a roar
A touch to leave her sore
A tremble, she feigns
Rooted cold, she remains