A rumble.
A shift.
Sky darkens.
Clouds drift.
Birds scatter,
then hide.
Lightning crackles.
Wind dies.
Silence, eerie.
Calm within.
Show is starting.
It…begins.
Rain pelts down.
Thunder, storms.
Trees whip branches,
twisting forms.
Petrichor vapour.
Leaves, ground.
Ozone, thick.
Swirling ’round.
This deafening roar’s
smiling thin.
Looming.
Crisis.
This storm’s
…within
By Sarah ©2026
Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, thunderstorm (53 words)



























