#WritcoPoemPrompt64
The heavens are making lines in the sky,
Followed by roaring sounds,
So loud, could be heard and seen wondrously high,
With bits of colossal shaking pounds

Clouds swirling in a cosmic ballet,
Raindrops descend in a rhythmic trance,
Earth trembles beneath their display,
A meteoric waltz, a celestial dance.

Nature's canvas adorned with grace,
The heavens whisper secrets untold,
A symphony of elements in embrace,
Infinite stories in the skies unfold.

Amidst the storm's awe-inspiring show,
Life's resilience, a testament strong,
For in every tempest, a chance to grow,
In the heart of chaos, we all belong.
© Folkland