My Beautiful Chaos

I dont know exactly what to call this...it has no precise rhythm...

My Beautiful Chaos

I am standing in chaos
Beautiful chaos
Amidst a deadly work of art...
Streaks of light fill the darkened sky above my head
Raindrops beat a musical rhythm on the ground
The air vibrates with the roar of the thunder
The trees sway and moan
Leaves flutter about the grassy floor
My heart pounds, my hands shake, an eerie chill runs through my spine
I turn my gaze up to the sky, and feel the rain upon my face
The wind wails a song of lament,
The whole earth seems to cry out to the heavens
Rain streams down my face like tears and my knees quake from the cold
But there is a quiver of joy in my heart as I behold this wondrous sight.
As I stand here now I see beauty as it is defined by me.