The growling of the mighty sky
The soft rumble of the ground
Pumping you veins like a drug waiting for the next blow
So beautiful and yet so chaotic
Dark and then sudden sparks of remarkable color
The sky calm and dull
The low blow of thunder growing in the distance
Waiting for that violent crack of contained chaos to pierce the dull calm of the sky
Then calm again
Soft willowy waves of rain
Waiting for that sound of titans clashing,frighting but so hypnotic
And back again comes the calm
