The Temper of the Storm

I look out of my window,
and hear a mighty crash,
the sound of thunder waves to me,
as up above begins to thrash.

A tiny blinding sliver,
snakes throught the sky at last,
reminds me what is waiting there,
in it's scarlet cast.

A silent whisper,
gives away,
it's hiding cave,
no more to stay.

The temper is impecable,
its strongest shout is bold,
it waits for us to come to it,
the future begins to unfold.