Thunderstorm

The sky grew dark
The air went cold
A massive cloud
Blocked the sun's gold

The scent of wet earth
Filled up my nose
Out of the dirt
The earthworms rose

The storm was brewing
Before my eyes
A flash of lightning
Lit up the skies

The thunder followed
With a furious roar
Rattling my bones
And striking my core

The slow-falling rain
Had picked up the pace
It shot at the grass
And pelted my face

The wrath of the storm
Pulsed out all around
Nature's raw power
Free and unbound