Storm’s Crescendo

A poem

A poem

Photo by Caspian Hoehne on Unsplash

In jagged peaks, the sky roils, 
in a cauldron of chaos.
Nature unleashes its wrath, 
while dark hills stand stoic, 
weathering the sky’s tears.

Winds howl, a wild dance 
with the ancient pines
that bow before the wind’s mighty roar, 
branches trembling,
and the valley below holds its breath, 
caught in the grip of the divine.

Lightning, a fleeting illumination, 
a glimpse into the abyss,
etches stark shadows across the land.
Thunder speaks in tongues lost to time,
a primal dialogue between earth and sky.
Enshrouded in this tumultuous embrace
the valley lies in wait, 
a witness to the storm’s unbridled fury.

In the heart of the storm, 
a primal rage unfolds,
as rain cascades, a relentless torrent 
drenching the earth.
Elements collide in tumultuous embrace,
and in the tempest’s fury, 
the mountain valley trembles.