The sky is crying,

Tears of release.

The clouds are bursting with relief.

Tender droplets falling down,

Hit the pavement,

A soothing sound.

The floras reach out,

And beg for more,

The heavens are generous,

It begins to pour.

The firmament shouts liberation,

And the air trumpets in celebration.

The tension rises,

And pressures engage,

A current-ridden atmosphere,

Takes the stage.

Upon lightening crash,

And thunder roll,

The heavenly maestro takes control.

An electric dance,

To a thunderous beat,

In the eye of the storm,

Lies nature's greatest feat.