⚡ The One Before The Rain... Thunder! ! Poem by WIN VENTURA

It starts as silence—thick and wide,
A whisper coiled in sky's dark side.
The air grows tense, the ground holds breath,
As heaven loads its hand with death.

Then—crack.
A roar splits through the dome,
Not from the sky, but from its bone.
A flash like war, a scream of flame—
The clouds forget their holy name.

Birds go mute. Trees brace and bend.
The sky forgets it's here to mend.
The thunder strikes—not once, but twice,
A voice too raw for words or price.

It doesn't ask. It doesn't wait.
It shakes the locks off heaven's gate.
And just when fear begins to swell...
Comes rain—like balm, like kiss, like spell.

Cold runs down the burning skin,
The thunder leaves, the light runs in.
And all that wreck, that wrath, that pain—
Was just to earn this fall of rain.

✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA