Mist comes off the pavement
As though waves from the ocean
Mother nature is trying hard to not weep
Upon this cold winter's eve
  
Unable to hold it in any longer
Mist turns to a fine rain
Wind starts to pick up
Rain drops now menacing, larger

Thunder starts it's rythmic beat
Lightning forks across the sky
Dancing not with the thunder
Yet in erratic silver streaks

Mother nature is not pleased
The heavens are open now
So much damage to come
Vengeance is hers to seek  

Thunder continues to pound its steady beat
Trying to have lightning dance along
But lightning is feral
Having its own rythym to keep

Damage done now
No true winners here
Mist comes again like waves
Mother nature done throwing her temper