Natures Wrath

Descending raindrops, rippled ponds,
the air smells so divine.
Dark clouds bubble past,
labeling the day for grey.
Thunder rumbles, lightening cracks,
a storm is rolling towards us.

Winds gain speed, thrashing fast,
trees reluctantly bend and flex.
The sea is becoming hostile,
as black as the deepest abyss.
Waves are rising to wondrous heights,
white crest foaming as they crash.

Mother Nature is having a bad day,
showing a glimpse of her wrath.
Hostile raw beauty, that is stark,
yet powerfully impressive.
still, all to soon serenity returns,
and calm resplendence is restored.

Written Oct 07