Rain pours from darkened skies,
Covers the ground.
Creatures hid in brush and bush
To hide from the thunder,
To hide from the storm.
Wind howls through the night
As nature battles nature over territory,
Tiny creatures caught up in the turmoil.
Might versus Might war together
Over who is stronger: the storm or the earth.
Lightning strikes and burns the brush
Before arrows of rain pound out the smoke and flame.
Suddenly, the clouds disappear, dispersing.
Steam rises like red smoke in the new dawn's light.
Wavering, trembling leaves now relax
In the morning glow.
The storm is over, its shadow gone.
Night ends as the sun walks out over the land.
The cold air warms in the sunlight.
The night is over,
The dawn has won.
(This is public due to this poem technically being publicly available because it was published in a literature magazine for a class at my college. Some of my poems will be posted publicly because I've posted them elsewhere.)