In the shadow of the storm’s embrace,
Whispers of the wind begin their song,
Clouds gather like a painter’s grace,
As lightning weaves where they belong.

The thunder rolls with ancient might,
A symphony that shakes the ground,
Rain descends in gentle flight,
Nature’s rhythm, a timeless sound.

Trees sway in the tempest’s breath,
Leaves dance with the storm’s refrain,
Each droplet a story of life and death,
Washing away the world’s old stain.

And when the storm has sung its last,
A stillness settles, calm and deep,
The earth renews, the skies recast,
In nature’s arms, the world finds sleep.