In the cradle of the storm’s embrace,
Whispers of chaos gently unfurl.
Clouds gather in a frenzied race,
As lightning paints the darkened world.

The wind howls in mournful cries,
A symphony of nature’s might.
It sweeps away the silent sighs,
In the heart of the tempest’s night.

Raindrops fall like tears from above,
Dancing upon the trembling earth.
Each droplet a whispered love,
In the storm’s relentless birth.

Yet within the storm’s wild throng,
A quiet strength begins to rise.
A promise that echoes long,
Beneath the tumultuous skies.