The Storm

The Storm In the dark sky the storm awakens, with a fierce roar that fragments the night. Lightning tears the mantle of night, lighting up the world with its ferocious waste. The clouds, like giants, shake and twist, while the raindrops cover the earth. The wind howls, it plays in the trees, a wild symphony that nature delivers. The storm rages, the storm cries, In its fury, a beauty is treasured. It is the power of nature on full display, a spectacle that fills the heart. But after the storm comes the calm, The sky clears, a balm is applied. The air smells of earth, of life, of renewal, The storm has passed, leaving its blessing.