You looked up at the clouds
And saw the darkness coming.
You braced yourself for a violent storm,
For thunder, lightning
And never-ending rain.
You stocked up on provisions,
On blankets and books,
So as to pass the time,
And not have to go out
While the storm ran its course.
The rain started it off,
With its soothing rhythm
Varying in tempo and in strength.
Then came the thunder,
As loud as angel's drums,
Shaking the house and scaring the dog.
It added substance to the music,
The deep bass, the heartbeat
To accompany the main melody.
Finally came the lightning,
For what is music without a good show.
It lit up the sky, one second at a time,
Adding magic to the whole affair.
You put down your book to watch the show,
Knowing that nothing created by humans
Would ever equal Nature's beauty.
Slowly, the lightning became less frequent,
Then took its final bow.
Thunder quickly followed,
But refused to slowly fade.
Instead, went out in style,
Shaking the earth one last time.
Soon you were only left with the rain,
The soothing, calming melody,
That filled the background as you continued to read.
Slowly, carefully,
So as to fulfill its promise to the audience,
The rain began to fade.
A hundred pages later, you look up from your book.
Only to look out the window,
And find the show has ended.
The dark clouds are gone, the sun is shining bright,
And you can't help but to smile
At the rainbow in your sight.
