Raw energy,
of an awesome kind,
Pervades the air,
and tickles your mind.

Dancing over the sky,
are greenish hues,
Except for tonight,
It should be blue.

A flicker of lighting,
on the edge of the horizon.
The thick air stirs,
Clouds cover the sun.

A hot breeze,
flows from the west;
A grumble, a thunder,
beginning unrest.

Animals squeal,
and together they huddle.
A storm they sense,
they know there’ll be trouble.

A shadow covers,
all of the ground.
The earth trembles,
as does all around.

The lighting flashes,
the thunder roars.
They come in great blasts,
and as magnificent blurs;

And of sound-nay vibrations,
that shake all the earth;
and of streaks of lightning,
there is no dearth.

Sheets of rain,
course to the ground.
Turning to mud,
firm ground now unsound.

Sky begins to clear,
blue peeps out from black.
A fresh breeze stirs the air,
Cool, damp air flows back.

Brilliance beyond measure,
evidenced in colors shimmering and bright,
glow and shine in dewdrops sparkling,
Fading with the sunset light.