Descriptive Paragraph Vs. Haiku

Last night was my favourite type of summer night. The air was cool and dry, yet alive enough to make the trees dance in its breeze. Sodium streetlights blanketed leaves, grass and pavement in an orangey-pink light, leaving the sky above dark and hidden. I found myself looking down the street, watching the red streaks of taillights on the main road fade slowly into town. The entire sky was suddenly illuminated as lightning fluttered tbrough the darkness. Blinding white bolts were visible as they leapt from cloud to cloud, clearly defining the thunderheads racing across the horizon. I watched the storm in the distance for twenty minutes before falling into my first restful sleep since moving into the new apartment.

Lullaby
A cool breeze last night,
Prelude to the distant storm.
At last - I can sleep.