The Thunderstorm

Black clouds, the only
warning of the terror
coming. The rain falling
brings darkness
from above to the homes
of those below.
The low grunt of thunder
brings no comfort
as lightning clashes
through the thick night.
The war in the sky
develops into
a vicious monster.
The rain acts as a mediator,
falls in its attempts
at harmony.
The one true thing
that can stop them
from perpetual feuding
is the sun swallowing
it up and turning it
into a bright morning.