The skies spread
Clouds, and lightning scatters.
There’s a pavilion whose steps
Thunder in the midnight sky.
Light bathes in the depths of the sea
Where the sound of a distant roar
Resounds with no restraints.
Rain pours, snow falls
Work is known; withheld as
A tempest writhes
A cold wind drives
Within lofty chambers.
Laden clouds roam the face
And make it easier to see the sun,
Bronzing the mirror’s reflection
As its rays hit the gloomy grey.