#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
The sky draws lines with heavenly might,
Roaring sounds follow, reaching wondrous height.
Loud booms shake the ground all around,
As lightning flashes and makes its sound.

The storm's music plays in the dark of night,
Raindrops fall, making everything right.
Trees dance and sway with the wind's...