Fragments of a shattered soul

Dance of the lightning

Thunder roars, a tempest's cry,
Darkened skies, clouds swirling high.
Lightning dances, a fiery waltz,
Nature's symphony, storms exalt.

Raindrops fall, a rhythmic beat,
Pounding earth, a wild heartbeat.
Winds whisper tales, ancient and bold,
In the storm's embrace, secrets unfold.

Chaos painted on the canvas of the night,
Thunderstorms weave their tapestry of might.
Yet, in the tumult, beauty finds its form,
A ballet of elements, a mesmerizing storm.

Crashing waves and howling gales,
Nature's fury, where courage prevails.
Yet, within the tempest's fierce decree,
A reminder of nature's untamed, wild decree.

Amid the darkness, a promise of dawn,
Storms pass, and tranquility is reborn.
In the aftermath, the world anew,
Resilient and refreshed, skies of blue.

Side note: a poem about lighting/thunder cause awesomaryam asked me too.