Majestic like the rolling storm
That thunders by in clouded form
While tears pound into the earth
Drenching the world in spiritual rebirth.A drink for the flowers
Frightening in the dark hours
Lightning lights up the sky
Crackling like fire blazing by.Often wind with storm howls
Thunder sound like growls
Terrifying but beautiful to see
Screaming like a banshee.Ah, the storm rolls on
Until it’s become dawn
Where the world then calms
Like the music of Johannes Brahms.
A Poet's Dream 