The clouds are filled with negativity
When they meet up with positively…
They battle and produce electricity.
The severe grumbling of discontent is large.
The air rumbles and there is a big discharge.
The disturbed elements regroup and recharge.
The storm continues and spreads precipitation.
Exhaustion defeats and ceases the demonstration.
The atmosphere is calm and scented with liberation.
Theresa Ann Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lightening-storm/
