The clouds in the sky,
A dark hidden gray,
They are hung so high,
Displayed in such an array,
The clouds gather together,
Surrounding the sun,
Getting ready for stormy weather,
This movement is not yet done,
The lightning begins to show,
You can hear the thunder roar,
As the wind howls and blows,
The birds fly and soar,
The rain is about to amend,
The smell of it is just so sharp,
Time has come and it begins to descend,
The sound is like a hum of a harp,
Nothing ever so beautiful as this,
I shall wait for the next storm to occur,
This event is just so majestic to ever miss,
Nothing as great could ever exist
