The Tempest Poem by Tyra Falconwing

Grey clouds gather
The storm is to begin
The stillness of the Earth
The bird's song end

Raindrops fall from heaven
A gentle rumble rolls
Sprinkle begins to pour
The wind uncontrolled

The lights dance
Through the skies
Little kids watching
With searching eyes

A bellowing crack
A booming rumble
Startled gasps
As the house tumbled

The distant storm
Moving farther away
Wind dying down
Wisps of white clouds surround

The blue sky returns
An illuminating ray
The birds chirp
At the sight of day

After thunderous storms
And tempest winds
A rainbow forms
A line of art's arched bend