Midnight hour

Here comes the rain,
here comes the snow,
here comes the thunder,
the night begins to glow.

I can hear the rumble
of the raging seas,
I can hear the screaming
of washed-away dreams.

I can see a tornado,
it brings me to my knees,
leaves terror and destruction,
and a smell in the breeze.

I can hear the torture
of people with no lights,
no warmth, hot water,
no heating, cold sleepless nights.
I guess, nature's showing her power
in the midnight hour.