Beautiful Storm

It starts.
It ends.
And somewhere in-between
We see a beautiful storm.
You see the storm clouds
With fierce furry,
Stealing the blue skies away.
You see the lightening
Streak across the sky like veins
And the power!
Oh, the power!
Beautiful but dangerous.
The thunder claps and rolls
And shakes the ground
With a mighty sound.
The rain falls like a waterfall
With constant strength
And the sound to put you to sleep.
You can smell it coming.
And if you're lucky enough
You get a rainbow somewhere in there.
The bright, brilliant colors
That stretch across the sky like a banner.
Soak it up.
Don't run from it.
Don't complain about the rainy days
Because they are still beautiful.