It was a dark and stormy night. The thunder barked its orders loud, Calling his clouds to a fight Against the Lightening, bright and proud.
The blood of the soldiers fell Flooding the soil with living flow. No single cloud would live to tell What spectacle was the night's foul show.
Come morning, all that remained Was blood on the ground, no inch was dry. Thunder and Lightening had refrained And no longer rained their battle cries.
Villagers below emerged unscathed, Knowing naught of the horror: the former bang In the scent of blood their noses bathed. "I love the smell of rain." They sang.
i had to write this for a class, which is why the first line is so cheesey.