Violent surges of thunder,
Display the sky’s true wonder,
Also showing power,
Not meant to make us cower,
Calming like a lion’s roar,
Bellows till it has no more,
Not able to be ignored

Lightning in its purest form,
Intertwines within the storm,
I take deep breaths at the sight,
I gaze in wonder not fright,
Each strike never like the last,
Lasting seconds; always fast,
Just as it comes it has passed,

Rain like rushing rivers run,
Refusing to be outdone,
Lighting, thunder all compete,
But rain tells of their defeat,
Nothing calms like gentle drops,
Always flowing; never stops,
Glorious, beautiful drops.