This is a poetry prompt by We Drink Because We’re Poets.  Bad weather with the words Thunder, Lightning, and Wind.  Going to try a complicated Sestina:

The storm rages all night

Trees struck down with lightning

Crackling, living fire

Twisting through the wind

And mating with the thunder

That terrifies the world

A man fights the wind

Hoping to tame the fire

Left by hungry lightning

Consuming his world

Threatening its final night

As his ears ring with thunder

A lake is struck by lightning

Shimmering for all the world

As its skin is torn by wind

And waves are birthed by thunder

Its surface bright like white fire

Until it sinks into the dark of night

A screech upon the world

Drowns out the angry thunder

Highest pitch of the night

Tainted with the red of fire

Feeding off the howling wind

And worshiping father lightning

People cower at the greatest thunder

Shaking houses alongside its brother wind

The current rulers of the world

Refusing to give up the night

Even in the face of sputtering lightning

And dying fires

The starry sky shines upon the fire

Beaten back by mid of night

Cringing with the distant thunder

And the fading lightning

Receding from the world

Leaving a gentle wind