The storm brews, with power so fierce,
Its winds are howling, like a monster to pierce.
Its lightning is striking, like a bolt of fire,
As it unleashes its fury, with an unyielding desire.
The storm's power is unstoppable, like a force to reckon,
A reminder of the strength, that's always there to beckon.
And as I feel its wrath, feeling so small,
I'm reminded of the resilience, that's always there to call.