It blows in fast
Leaves flying
Branches bend
The lake changes
Rain drives it one
Way then another
Black clouds form
Pit, pat, pit, pat
On the roof light
Then strong all
Playing with sound,
Sight, feeling on
Skin, lightening strikes
Again it cracks 
The sky, boom
Current, charged air
Lighting up the 
Morning thick air
Then all is quiet, 
Calm until the next
Round that comes
Like every storm 
Of our lives, beauty,
Discomfort, heightened
Senses then calm in
The midst, a prayer