Dark clouds spread over the sky like a blanket

Threatening to scream and cry

The wind begins to sing its songs

And the sun is gone for the night

The dim light was relaxing

The trees flow with the harsh wind

The smell of the rain is in the air

The storm is coming.

Everyone is inside, hiding

Like a symphony, it begins

First the winds blow in rhythm

The rain starts to drip and builds up like flutes

Thunder dances with lightning like they have for centuries

I watch from inside

Following the rain stream down my window

The cold glass catches my breath, revealing fog

Lightning flashes, dilating my eyes

Yet, still so beautiful.

The night draws out with the storm

Clouds slowly moving away

Leaving the earth wet and refreshed

Returning the water it once stole

The sun peaks out

Making the cold wind warm

Rain still lingers in the air

And the birds still come out to sing their morning melodies.