#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.

Flashes of light, like a celestial dance,
Illuminating the darkness, a magical trance.
Thunderous echoes, nature's symphony,
A spectacle of power, majestic and free.

Raindrops fall, a gentle percussion,
Nature's...