The thunder rolled through the air like a band of timpani drums.
Forks of lightening and flashes of light danced across the sky to the beat of the timpani drums.
The wind whipped and whistled through the silos adding the pan flute to the song.
The wooden doors shook and rattled like a rebel in the percussion section of the band.
Rare moments of near silence took your breath away with anticipation of the next big blast!
Do you hear it in the distance? ping, ping, ping the rain is finally coming and I hear it first hitting the tin roofs of the barns. The next verse of the song begins. Rapidly and growing strong, it was time to retreat from the heavy rain.
The final verse is more subdued. The winds blew hard while the thunder became more distant. Without the flashing of the lightening the clouds were illuminated by the distant tower lights.