Atmospheric Rivers

In quiet bay's embrace, where waters sigh, I gaze at mountains 'neath the western sky. Their stoic peaks, a timeless range, Whisper tales of change, foretell the strange. As thick cloud veils the once majestic view, An atmospheric river brews anew. The deluge nears with torrential might, Veiling peaks in a shroud of endless night. Dreams of Gene Kelly, dancing in the rain, light and free, I thought to waltz within the storm with glee. Yet, as I spread my makeshift wing, It opened, spun, a tempest's fling. No dance with lift, but a wild ballet, Blown away, on hills, I found my way. Not my dance in the rain, but rain in flight, A twirl with wind, a spectacular sight. The deluge unleashed, a relentless pour, Nature's rhythm on a relentless tour. The hills transformed, a watery stage, A tale unfolding, a rain-soaked page. Then, as swift as it had come to play, The front passed over, unveiling day. Sunlight pierced the lingering gloom, A promise of calm after tempest's bloom. In the aftermath, a cleansed terrain, A story etched by the atmospheric reign. For in the dance of rain and wind's embrace, Nature weaves a tale of beauty and grace.