Storm

The darkness is here, it is all around,

As darkness soon begins to brew by me,

It is all I hear, a great booming sound,

There is no light when it is dark, I can't see.

As the rain comes, I know it's about to start,

Soon, the lightening begins in the air as they clash,

Rain, continues to beat, the storm's very own heart,

Bolts were like swords, piercing our eyes as they clash.

But when lightning comes, the thunder bellows,

Grumbles and mumbles which frightens all,

Droplets of rain land on me, its scent is mellow,

When the thunder booms, it makes me feel small.

But after the storm is where the flower blooms,

And the clouds overhead will no longer loom.