Storms of the Night Sky

Restless fires burn their way out
Trying to hide the winds away
The silent winter nods its passing
The sky keeps glowing, like a great old tale
While in wonder, the calm derails
The storm is close, the cold descends
The clouds are marching in whispers
Messengers of water, friends of the air
They’ve sent word for the shining
That strikes a bolt from the heavens
Thunder and might resonate the call
Waiting to explode, from a chasm in the sky
The clouds are winding to the highest scale
Sensing within, a rapturous awakening
In the blink of an eye, in the weep of a cry
Like a wave of life, dropping to the earth
A moment so monumental
The music, so violently divine
The grandest of the age-old symphonies
A ballad that sends a thousand shudders
Revel in nature’s greatest orchestra
An event that lights up
The wild, rainy, endless nights
