The Night is Crying

This is only a haiku so I'm not easily able to elaborate on the ways I respond to this piece, except that I just wanted to say that this is a perfect and succinct little gem of a poem about a thunderstorm! In all my years of reading, I've never seen anyone describe the sky as "torn" or "shredded," so that stuck out to me. Substituting "wailing" (or another similar word) for "crying" might elevate the piece even more!