Whispers of a storm

Storm season

In the quiet before the thunder's call,
Dark clouds gather, heavy and tall.
A restless wind begins to sigh,
As nature holds its breath, a muted cry.

Lightning dances across the sky,
A jagged spark where shadows lie.
Raindrops fall like whispered fears,
Drawing rivers from a thousand tears.

Trees bow low, their branches sway,
In the fierce embrace of the wild ballet.
Thunder rumbles, deep and low,
A primal pulse, a storm's bravado.

The world transforms beneath the sky,
Turning vibrant, gray as dreams fly by.
Puddles mirror the turmoil bright,
Reflecting chaos in fractured light.

Then comes a hush, the calm after fear,
As rain paints the earth, crystal clear.
The storm retreats, its power spent,
Leaving behind a world anew, content.

In the aftermath, the sun peeks through,
Casting rainbows, healing hues.
From chaos, beauty finds its way,
A reminder that storms cannot stay.