Storm clouds emerge from the horizon.
They carry rain in their hands,
cradling it until their legs
(weary from traveling across the sky)
cannot bear it any longer.
Storm clouds hide the Sun’s face.
They make their presence known,
and they are unapologetic about doing so.
They stretch their limbs,
and present themselves with a fanfare of thunder.
Storm clouds sing a lullaby to the Earth.
The trees reach their arms up
to catch sunlight,
but their roots wait patiently
for the nourishment of the storm.