Thunderstorm At Daybreak

thunderbolts blinding, deafening, ripped through hovering dark clouds, burst the ominous thunderhead; for a seemingly endless stretch of time, only the howling wind can be heard in the universe it seemed; but then the wind suddenly stilled, intense, desolate silence reigned, overwhelming, quietly momentous; now visibly spent, the clouds trundle timidly about the silver skyline and so slowly swirl away, as the moist canopies and grasslands glisten, tinted with the gladdening glow of yet another soothing sunrise.