The sky darkens with a brooding glance,
As thunder rumbles in a distant trance.
Lightning flickers, a fleeting dance,
Nature’s raw power in a storm’s expanse.

Raindrops fall, a steady beat,
On rooftops, streets, a rhythmic treat.
The wind howls, a fierce retreat,
In the storm’s embrace, we find our feet.

Trees sway, their leaves in flight,
Against the backdrop of the night.
The storm’s fury, a wondrous sight,
In its chaos, there’s a certain light.

As the tempest slowly fades away,
Dawn breaks with the promise of day.
The storm’s whispers, a memory to stay,
A masterpiece painted in nature’s array.