Seeming effortless,
As if with small intent,
First updraft caused,
Emptied lakes of content,
Concocted, boiling mist,
Of circled rainbows did consist.
Natural ingredients of no lack,
Huge anvil,
Whirling nimbus, dispersed cirrus,
All collected,
Coming storm, in eyes reflected,
Centers of obsidian black!
Together in friction,
Tossing fireballs, his predilection,
With mind focus,
Fork lightning crafted,
By high speed wind,
Boiled, cooled, wafted,
Stood ‘stride mountain top,
Flying hair, arms raised,
Rain now streaming,
Gods of mayhem praised,
All calm commanded wild,
By supernature,
STORMCHILD!