The Storm

I know, I need a better title, but I'll think of one later. This poem isn't my favorite, but I wanted to experiment with this idea and with a different measure pattern. The last three words are supposed to be on a slant so that it looks like the words are falling, but this won't let me do that for whatever reason. So it doesn't look the way it should either, but I still want criticism!!!!! Please!!!!!!!

The calm after the storm
Never comes when needed
Always waits for damage to ensue

The roar of thunder
Pounds through all the chaos
Never leaving a moments peace

Skies darken with anger
Rain pours o'er land and sea
And there's no room left for sunlight

Trees bend to the winds
Waves crash out of control
There is not fighting this nightmare

For it will keep howling
It will beat on you
And won't stop 'till it's satisfied

It does not know mercy
It does not care for pleas
But it knows just how to break you

So we endure the pain
As we tremble and wait
For the calm
after
the
storm