The dark thundery skies are alive,
Illuminated with lightning displays.
The wild storms and the heavy rain,
Bathes and batters the city again.
Rain falls heavily on the city below,
As water tanks and rivers overflow.
The spectacular storm has arrived,
The temperatures have nosedived.
The Spectacular Storm is a spectacle to behold
It dazzles the city with lightning displays,
To venture out would be both brave and bold.
Nothing stands stationary in the storm,
As papers, broken brollies and cans,
Tumble, rattle, roll and fly in the winds.
The streets are filled with wet walkers,
They fight the storm as they journey home.
This is not the time to stroll and roam.
The office goers, hold on to their umbrellas,
Which turn inside out in the stormy winds.
People are pushed by the strong and savage winds,
While the streets are littered with rolling bins.
There is raindrops drumming the roads furiously.
This rain will not go away, it will definitely last.
As cars drive slowly and some prefer to go fast,
Hoping to outdrive the winds and the heavy rain,
To arrive home before the winds, change again.
The spectacular storm is something to be seen,
It is nature performing its visual displays,
Over towns, villages, oceans, streams, and bays.
Lightning, thunder, and incessant rain,
The winds of great velocity have arrived again.
The Spectacular Storm is a spectacle to behold
It dazzles the city with lightning displays,
To venture out would be both brave and bold.
The wild storms and the heavy rain,
Bathes and batters the land yet again.