3 o’clock on a summer afternoon,
Asphalt baking in the blazing heat.
It’s days like these where the weather’s bittersweet—
Bees buzzing, butterflies zip and zoom.
The sky crinkles her brow as dark clouds loom.
Thunder is rumbling in the distance; the sun retreats.
The moist air fills with static. The clouds are ready to deplete.
All is charged but calm, awaiting the coming boom.
 
Crack! – boom! The sudden thunderclap sounds!
The rain pours, drenching the green grass.
A lightning bolt cracks the sky in two,
Thunder roars, rattling windowpanes as the rain pounds.
Wildlife retreats, waiting for the storm to pass.
After a while, the rain slows. The world is born anew.