The sky grows dark, the clouds converge,
Whispers of the wild wind surge,
A tempest roars, a storm is born,
Nature’s fury, fierce and torn.

Lightning flashes, thunder’s cry,
The heavens weep as torrents fly,
Trees bend low, their branches sway,
In the heart of night, the storm holds sway.

Waves crash hard upon the shore,
The ocean’s wrath, a mighty roar,
Ships are tossed, their fate unknown,
In this wild dance, they are overthrown.

Yet in the chaos, a calm emerges,
The storm subsides, its power purges,
Dawn breaks through, the sky is clear,
The storm’s wild whisper disappears.