Storm’s Crescendo
A poem
In jagged peaks, the sky roils,
in a cauldron of chaos.
Nature unleashes its wrath,
while dark hills stand stoic,
weathering the sky’s tears.
Winds howl, a wild dance
with the ancient pines
that bow before the wind’s mighty roar,
branches trembling,
and the valley below holds its breath,
caught in the grip of the divine.
Lightning, a fleeting illumination,
a glimpse into the abyss,
etches stark shadows across the land.
Thunder speaks in tongues lost to time,
a primal dialogue between earth and sky.
Enshrouded in this tumultuous embrace
the valley lies in wait,
a witness to the storm’s unbridled fury.
In the heart of the storm,
a primal rage unfolds,
as rain cascades, a relentless torrent
drenching the earth.
Elements collide in tumultuous embrace,
and in the tempest’s fury,
the mountain valley trembles.
