she walks down to where the land meets the water and gazes upon her realm of sky and sea
she breathes deeply and looks towards the horizon where looming, dark clouds are forming
she invites them to do their worst, and they gladly accept
the wind whirls around her and plays a melancholy tune of things to come

the thunder rolls towards her and greets her with a powerful rush of noise
the rain starts to fall and dances lightly to the song of the wind
the thunder composes itself into booming drumbeats, completing the song of the storm