A darkening scene, backlit with a glow.
The fading horizon, quick-melting so slow.
Gut twisting clouds that circle the sky,
Entrance and amaze with power inside.
Wrath up above, yet calm down below.
Encasing the sight, a bomb set to blow.
Watching intently, inspiring strikes'.
Furious lightning - a pillow of spikes
Bellowing booms - the natural bass.
Thunder consumes with slow-rolling grace.
Funneling storms rip trees from their roots.
Wind swirling madness - a project of Zeus.
Heavenly hell- the beautiful pains.
Tornados foretell, disastrous plains.
- Yours Truly