Listen to the music of the storm;

It starts as the wind picks up pace.

After lightning flashes in the sky,

Comes thunder, the song's rumbling bass.

The clouds are heavy with moisture;

Droplets of rain fall to the ground.

This rainfall is the percussion,

A never-ending sound.

Hear the gasp of the gentle breeze,

Hear the violent wind's roar.

All the branches of the tree shake,

Demanding an encore.

A crescendo is reached in the sky,

Lightning tears the black clouds asunder.

The song of the storm draws to a close,

And the finale is the thunder.