The Storm

Clouds looming on ominous horizon. The sun hides in fear as the storm nears fast. Silver linings fade slowly, one by one, the sight begets fear and ensures it last. . . Lightening dances across the dark sky, steps on gentle branch and down flaming path, sets alight the world with the end never nigh, and carrying all the fury thou hath. . . The wind howls loudly at the world before, carrying thunder's deep voice far, far away, ripping through treetops, pain thee will ignore. Claiming thy throne through force this dark day. . . As I look through the window at the storm, thee bring peace to me, to others the thorn. . . {This poem is my first try at an English sonnet. I am looking for constructive criticism, please. }