The Storm Poem by Nick Jordan.

Like some satanical impetuous curse,
The darkened thunderous clouds disperse,  
The heavens open,
Rain cascades,
Down mountains to the Everglades,
Five Strobed flashes,
Ignite the sky,
Faster than the blink of an eye.
A second later the earth vibrates,
Whilst the blackened sky expands and dilates,
Both sound and light battle it out,
With an Incandescently booming clout,
Again the forked light stabs at the ground,
Followed by a rumbling sound,
A moment later all is calm,
No longer any cause for alarm,
The storm has passed and all is quiet,
A tranquility proceeds the previous riot.
The air is thin, the sky is blue,
The clouds diminished and sun shines through,
All is calm, all is warm,
After the passing of the storm.