A troubled breeze begins to blow,
Its commission to inform.
As laden clouds large raindrops sow,
Foretelling of a storm.

Alarmed nocturnal creatures hare,
As the tumult now impends.
Its ferocity to soon declare,
All into hiding sends.

Tentacles of blinding blue,
Reach out through deep black night.
Beyond the clouds from which they grew,
Made visible by its light.

A landscape hidden by dark from view,
Appears for a second then fades.
A ghost-like image; its cyan hue,
An illusory world parades.

An ephemeral silent vision,
Then a furious retort.
With empyrean incision,
Air is rent with its report.

A boisterous wind drives heavy rain,
To scatter coruscating light.
With tympanic riposte to its disdain,
So weather's warriors fight.

But soon the fray is all but passed,
As away the fighters tumble.
With a final distant bright lambaste,
And a last defiant rumble.

From expectant void and eerie calm,
Is born earth's wildest wonder.
With fear and an alluring charm,
Comes lightning and its thunder.