A Pitter-Patter Thing

The sky is dim
The clouds are thick
The ashes lie hot
And wait with baited breath

How relatively simple
To be of the Earth
How short time seems
As evil approaches

Soon enough
Heat has a friend
Flame meets Rain in his watery grave
Unable to escape
His twisted frienemy

Opposites attract
As all nature must
So one comes back out
And the other never wakes

But one will not always emerge the victor
For each is his equal
So all must meet his somber end

It's a thing of beauty
A thing of nature
It's a stormy night thing
It's only a pitter-patter thing.