The Storm

The heat lightening flashes in the distance
A prelude of what is yet to come, beautiful
Keeping it's own time and rhythm as it dances
Through the sky lighting the dark night
Then comes the storm, rain, wind, crashes and bangs
Electric and wild, loud and uncomforting bringing
The sound of things uncertain, of all that brings
Discomfort, uncertainty, and brings it up in the night
Yet with the morning is bright calm and beauty
A little storm does not put out the beauty of the day
It only enhances what was there lying in the dark