When thunderstorms come out to play, <br />And lightning o'er this earth is seen, <br />Dense clouds descend in colours grey, <br />And rain pours forth, where sun has been. <br /> <br />When crescendos resound in humid air, <br />And exacerbate our troubled sky, <br />Will all the power residing there, <br />Look kindly down from portals high. <br /> <br />Such danger lurks in flashes bright, <br />Splitting the heavens so mercilessly, <br />But what an amazing glorious sight, <br />Portrayed here in all its ferocity. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-troubled-sky/
