The Tempest

In the skies above, a tempest swirls,
Its winds, a cascade of power unfurled.
Turbulence, a beast with might so true,
Its roars, a symphony in shades of blue.

The winds, the rain, the lightning’s bright gleam,
A show of strength, a testament supreme.
Turbulence, cascade, and acoustics play,
A performance, unmatched, in skies so grey.

So let us pause, and witness nature’s might,
A performance of beauty, a breathtaking sight.
For turbulence, cascade, and acoustics bring,
A reminder of the power, the majesty of spring.

After listening to Purcell’s The Tempest for years in my office.