Riot in heaven

Tonight, a riot broke out in heaven.
First, it came as mighty air and flashes,
bruising the clouds like a ripped canvas.
The wind tore through ancient trees,
and thunder roared until the earth replied.
The clouds poured themselves out
angels weeping without restraint,
waters spilling freely upon the world.
Children laughed and soaked themselves
beneath the thrashing rain.
Above, thunder argued with lightning;
hail struck roofs like clenched fists.
Inside, I lay still, wrapped in rest,
the drum of rain upon my rooftop
lulling me into sleep.
By morning, calm returned the sky.
Only then did I understand,
heaven had come down in fury,
and I had slept through its descent.