Dark gray clouds slowly make their way
Into the dark abyss we call the sky,
Like giant waves in the ocean.
A howling wind rips through the air,
Disrupting everything in its path
Like an avalanche through a small town.
The pitter patter of rain fills the air,
A fresh smell of the water on the strong breeze,
The droplets soaking whatever they touch.
The dark clouds transform into a churning storm,
Rumbles so loud and booming they could frighten a child.
The light like blades slicing across the sky for a split second.
The storm will last until a break in the clouds,
Until bursts of sunlight strike the earth drying everything,
The freshly watered plants will bloom.
Until a carpet of green will cover the ground,
The new sprouts coming into the sun,
Attracting the insects to come out.
That the storm keep churning
Until there is a break in the clouds,
Putting it to rest for another day.