In the heart of the tempest’s rage,
Whispers of the thunderstorm symphony,
Dance upon the fragile page,
Weaving tales of nature’s harmony.

Lightning cracks the velvet sky,
Illuminating shadows deep,
As raindrops fall from on high,
Lulling the restless world to sleep.

Winds howl through the ancient trees,
Their voices echoing through the night,
A chorus carried on the breeze,
Painting the darkness with silver light.

When the storm at last subsides,
And silence wraps the earth once more,
The whispers of the night confide,
Secrets of the thunderstorm’s lore.