The Storm

The storm crashed through
Never surrending its might
It wailed and moaned
As the sky became night

It tore at the Earth
Taunting it to surrender
And laughed with glee
As it ripped through the river

It sang a joyful tune
Watching children hide away
Making the roads flood
And enjoying time to play

It finishes the torture
Glorifying in the fame
Of all the trouble caused
As the storm came