In the heart of the night, the sky roars with might,
Lightning dances across the heavens, fierce and bright,
The winds howl, whispering secrets of ancient lore,
As the thunderstorm’s symphony begins to soar.

Raindrops descend, a cascade of liquid grace,
Each drop a story, a journey from a distant place,
They kiss the earth with a gentle, rhythmic beat,
Creating melodies where sky and land meet.

Trees sway, their leaves in a wild, untamed trance,
Nature’s ballet under the storm’s fierce glance,
The world is awash in a tempest’s embrace,
A raw, primal beauty that time cannot erase.

As dawn breaks and the storm begins to wane,
The earth sighs, refreshed by the night’s rain,
Echoes of thunder linger in the morning air,
A reminder of the storm’s majestic, untamed flair.