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.