The Symphony of the Sky: A Poem on Thunder

Thunder, a symphony of sound and might,

A crescendo that echoes through the night,

A rumble that shakes the earth below,

And a roar that sends chills to every soul.

It's the voice of the sky, so deep and low,

A command that can't be ignored, you know,

A warning that something is about to change,

A signal that the storm is not so strange.

It's the beating of the drums of the sky,

A rhythm that never tells a lie,

It's the sound of the lightning's fiery flash,

And the rumble that follows, a thundering crash.

It's the symphony of the heavens above,

A concert that fills us with wonder and love,

It's the music of nature, so wild and free,

A masterpiece that's meant for you and me.

Thunder is a reminder of the power,

That nature holds in every hour,

It's a warning that we are not in control,

And a lesson that humility is the goal.

It's the voice of the universe, so bold,

A message that is never too old,

It's a call to respect what's above,

And to cherish the wonder that we are so blessed with love.

So let us listen to the thunder's roar,

And be grateful for what it has in store,

For it is a reminder of nature's grace,

And a symphony that will always leave its trace.