Thunder's Dance

In the ethereal realm where clouds entwine, Resides a symphony of majestic power divine.

In the realm of tempests, fierce and grand, Doth thunderstorms unleash their might across the land.

In the heavens, shadows gather, laden with tears,

In the realm of skies, resounds a tempest's cry.

In the darkened sky, a celestial dance of light,

In the depths of darkness, a radiant glow, A celestial dance, the ebony night bestow. With shimmering stars, like diamonds on display, Illuminating the world in a poetic array.

With grace untamed, nature's fury roars, Raindrops pirouette, caressing every pore.

Beneath its might, the earth doth quake, As thunder's roar, its power awake.

Beneath the cerulean sky's enchanting glance,

Ensnared within the tempest's fervent waltz.

Whispering zephyrs, a spectral symphony, As tempests dance, nature's grand decree.

Amidst the tumultuous storm's embrace, A hidden splendour, a tranquil grace.

In the depths of thunder's embrace, Nature's eternal struggle finds its place.

Let the tempest dance, let it weep, For in its aftermath, secrets shall seep.

A gentle whisper of nature's grand ballet,

In the realm of might, it doth reside, Unyielding force, by fate's side. Through trials and tribulations, it stays, Unfaltering strength, come what may.