A bank of clouds rise like mountains growing

Moving with speed…deliberation.

As if, wherever they’re going

Is some pre-determined destination.

They swallow up smaller clouds in their path,

Growing bigger, mightier with force

In preparation to unleash their wrath!

They are the tour-de-force!

Their battle cry is thunderous!

Their saber is the lightning bolt!

A sight both frightening and wondrous;

Shaking the earth with a deafening jolt!

Riding like warriors on the wind’s wing

They move together like a Comanche band!

Shooting rain, like arrows, which smart and sting!

Thus a thunderstorm has raced across the land.