Approaching Thunderstorm

It begins as a feeble line just above the horizon. A cloud simply making its way across the sky, All the while growing closer and darker. Brilliant colors of lightning flicker in the clouds, Low rumbles of thunder roll across the land. Strong breezes carry with it leaves, and a musty scent. So vast and ghastly at the sight, one so innocent turns wild. A king approaching his fearless servant, who stands tall, at the ready Watching, waiting for the first strike. Electricity fills the air, intensity increasing a tenfold, Soft pearl and delicate gray colors of the rain walls are veiled Disguised by the dark clouds above it. Falling rain, Chilling wind Thrilling thunder, Brilliant Lightning And so, peaceful chaos reigns. Soon comes the end, with it comes change Lagging darkness joins the rays of sunlight The skyblue line on the horizon expands With each heartbeat, chasing the monster away. One last cool breeze floats on through, Carrying the last bit of moisture in the air Whispering, caressing the skin softly to the touch Restoring peace as if in apology for its potent friend.