The storm is frightening loud
Thunder and lightning all around
Raining showers to the earth,
Where natures wonder, born of its birth
.
The skies threatening all aglow,
Like a blazing, huge firework show.
When all is stopped and the rains patter
Why does the storm really matter

Some days are like clouds, darken the sky
For the storms soon pass, their beauty is nigh.
We all have days in which storms are around,
To awaken the seeds of flowers in the ground

Without the rain, without the showers,
Our Mother Earth, without no flowers.
Look to the sky for sunshine or rain,
When the storm is over, a flower blooms again

 mms 9.21.10