When clouds convene in heavy strokes, Against the canvas of the day, Nature lets her brush of dreams Create the art of stormy play.

Thunder rumbles like a choir, Harmonizing roars and cries, And lightning strikes with brilliance Illuminating darkened skies.

Each raindrop falls in melody, A rhythm of creation’s song, The earth drinks deep, rejoices, sighs, As nature shows where we belong.

• T E Lawrence