Beneath the darkened, brooding sky,
Where shadows dance and echoes cry,
The thunder roars in wild delight,
A symphony of storm’s fierce might.

Lightning splits the sky so wide,
A fleeting glimpse of heaven’s pride,
The rain falls down in rhythmic beat,
As nature’s heart begins to speak.

Trees bow low to winds so strong,
A tempest’s breath, a haunting song,
The night alive with primal force,
In thunderstorms, we find our source.

When dawn arrives, the storm subsides,
The world reborn where chaos hides,
The sky now clear, the air so pure,
A calmness found, a soul’s allure.