In the heart of the storm, where shadows play,
The thunder roars, and the skies turn gray.
Lightning dances with a blinding light,
Painting the heavens in the dead of night.

Raindrops fall like a gentle hymn,
Each note a whisper, soft and dim.
The world awakens to nature’s song,
As the storm’s fury rages strong.

Trees sway in a wild embrace,
Leaves fluttering, finding their place.
The wind sings with a haunting tune,
Beneath the watchful, stormy moon.

When the storm begins to wane,
Silence follows the fierce rain.
A peaceful calm, the night’s reprise,
Until the next thunderstorm arrives.