storms symphony

I Thunder drums the horizon's stage, Sky unravels its frayed, gray hymn. Wind, a howling, unhinged sage, Snatches daylight, Limb by limb. Raindrops tattoo tin roofs-sharp, Lightning cracks the serpent's tongue. Trees bow, roots clutching the dark, Rivers swell where griefs are wrung. Windows tremble, secrets weep, Earth exhales in drowned perfume. Chaos hums the world to sleep, A lullaby spun from the storm's loom.