In the heart of the storm, where shadows play,
Thunder whispers secrets to the night,
Lightning dances with a fierce display,
Nature’s power in pure delight.

Raindrops weave a rhythmic song,
On leaves and rooftops, they gently fall,
A symphony where each note belongs,
In the storm’s embrace, we hear the call.

Winds howl through the ancient trees,
Their branches sway in wild, untamed grace,
As the storm roams with reckless ease,
Leaving its mark on time and space.

Yet in the tempest’s mighty roar,
A quiet peace begins to form,
For after the storm, the earth restores,
And we find beauty in the eye of the storm.