The wind, rain, clouds and seas are pieces of what makes a storm so great. It is a natural phenomenon that occurs quite frequently. Sometimes as a peaceful rain shower and other times as a violent thunderstorm of gusting winds. Most would consider nature to be beautiful, despite its destructive abilities.
Heavy droplets hit the earth
Trees sway in harmony
The leaves tumble as worms are unearthed
The sky calls forth its minions
Cumulous and Nimbus too
Champions of the heavens blue
With orders to attack and plunder
Showing no mercy
The town turns over
White puffs of darkness accumulating
They arise in the distance
Land dwellers give witness
An ode to the greats
Who obeyed all commands
The flood's retribution awaits
Trickling down a cobblestone path
The waters reach is unyielding
Bold and strong, never fleeting
Gaze up to the untouchable height
Where a ferocious wind is brewing
Bask in the scope of its might
Is there an element more powerful?
A weapon more beautiful?
A creation more maniacal?
It is both a wolf in sheep’s clothing
And a tigress wading through the grass
A single sigh keeps the ground grumbling
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.