I look to the skies that began to blacken
The storm is here
The dark, bright skies cover our vision like a blanket
The silent, explosion of thunder ripples through the atmosphere
Its invisible noise creates a giant’s growl that grows greatly
The fierce lightning falls upward towards the sky and dances as it does so
The storm is here
The leaves frantically scatter for shelter
The trees try to do the same until they remember their roots
A work of art fills the sky, as weary spectators watch from the window
A sight not to be taken for granted
The storm growls with blind anger
The storm is here
Mother Nature’s creation rumbles on but disappears just as fast as it came
A standing ovation
The raindrops are tears for the performance
But they are only a distraction
From the true beauty of the ugly storm
A sight not to be taken for granted