The sky, a canvas painted in shades of gray,
Where clouds gather, heavy with unshed rain.
A hush falls over the earth, a breath held tight,
As nature braces for the storm’s mighty refrain.

Lightning dances, a fleeting, brilliant blaze,
Illuminating the dark, a momentary day.
Thunder follows, a drumbeat from the heavens,
Echoing the power that holds the night at bay.

The wind rises, a whisper turned to a roar,
Trees sway and bow, in a wild, rhythmic chore.
Raindrops fall like tears from a tempestuous sky,
Each drop a note in the storm’s relentless score.

And when the storm has spent its furious might,
The earth breathes easy, cleansed by the night.
A serene calm descends, a gentle, soothing balm,
As the storm retreats, leaving a quiet, tender light.