A gift from the gods

Poem.....A gift from the gods

Clouds roll in
Silver-Gray streaks emerge
White flashes punctuate
White ice marbles roll about
The gods are angry
And fling their jagged bolts
Or perhaps an angry orchestra leader
Demanding more base strings
Faces turn purple
Hands turn red
The music peaks
Then a heavenly silence
The soft patter of rain
A gift from the gods