In the heart of the night, where shadows grow,
Thunder echoes, and the wild winds blow,
Raindrops dance, a ballet in the sky,
As lightning paints, with a luminescent sigh.

The heavens roar, a fierce and mighty song,
Nature’s symphony, both wild and strong,
Each flash a stroke, on the canvas of the night,
A fleeting glimpse, of pure and brilliant light.

Beneath the storm, the earth breathes in,
A cleansing wash, as the rain begins,
The parched soil drinks, with a grateful thirst,
Life renewed, in each thunderous burst.

And as the storm recedes, the calm descends,
The sky whispers, as the tempest ends,
A tranquil hush, after the storm’s embrace,
Leaving behind, a world of peaceful grace.