A Cacophonus Ballad (2023)

The wind's harsh blows slam against the house.
The rolling clouds come in shades of gray.
The air is cool, but humid.
A storm is coming.

However, all is calm for now.
All that can be heard is the air’s cry.
Then silence, the eerie kind.
The kind before the start of a show.

The storm takes it’s time,
Before singing their booming song.
Waiting for everyone to listen.
So they can sit there in awe of nature’s power.

Then suddenly in the distance a flash of light!
Raindrops fall from the sky.
Leaving a red carpet for the star of the performance.
The show has now begun!

The low rumbling of the chorus can be heard for miles.
Just a fraction of their might.
Almost as in a warning,
Or gather up the courage for more.

Once the chorus is done.
The ballad of their thunderous voice can be heard.
Their vigor is unmatched and unwavering.
They will be heard.

The sky is their stage now.
No one can hide from their deafening anthem.
All must stay and watch as they pass by.
And applaud in tandem.

Prompt: Brontide
The sound of distant thunder.