I can hear its coming;
The early signs of its procession; despite the distance.
The storm, in all its grandeur and magnificence, is on its way.
Lightning, striking in his golden suit led the way;
Rain, dressed in blue and silver, followed suit, equally breathtaking.
The occasional flash of electric, reminded me of a photographer, not wanting to miss a moment of this beautiful phenomenon.
The wind sang their song; added to the carnival-like atmosphere;
The trees bend and sway to this new music that has begun to grow louder.
Then it came, all at once;
The wind’s cries;
The blinding lightning;
The deafening thunder;
It was almost as if Mother Nature was waging war against mankind.
Justice at last.
I stood in the midst of it all; bracing myself for the grand finale; the pinnacle of the event.
Dear mother; your temper inspires me.