SKY IS THE LIMIT : Williamsji Maveli Writes......

A raven sky, with velvet touch descends,
No stars yet pierce its vast and brooding form.
Anticipation hangs, the tension bends,
A storm's dark breath, a brewing, silent storm.

Then, clouds erupt, a mane of silvered rain,
Unfurling down in tangled, silken strands.
The wind, a lover, whips them with its pain,
Across the sky, a symphony commands.

The moon, a voyeur, peeks with watchful eye,
Through fleeting gaps the lightning's fury rips.
The air alive with musk, a primal sigh,
A primal dance where nature's passion trips.

The earth below, awaits the fertile kiss,
Of raindrops fat with promise, life renewed.
This savage beauty, this untamed abyss,
Awakes the senses, raw and unsubdued