• A cold breeze sweeps against cracked terrain,
    Emitting sounds relative to a child in pain.
    A gloomy sensation present as dark clouds enclose,
    Fortes of rumblings sound as the gathering slows.
    Hydrogen bullets shot from the blackness above,
    With rhythmic patterns unpredictable as emotions of love.
    Perpetually, it seems to descend as flashes scar the dark corners,
    Scraping across the edges of the clouds' gray borders.

    The last drop of rain has fallen and the storm dwindles to a stop,
    Rays of light peak through...melting away shadows lurking the surface top.
    Darkness fades, replaced with an azure sky,
    A sensation of peace sets in as birds fly.