Your wand, your call.

        Make it rain with your words. 

        Summon that storm and start it with some pit-pattery onomatopoeiae. Then electrify the collective mind taking its precious time to witness your impressive might by throwing some phonetic intensives in the jive. Forget about any windlimit to your speeds, any decibel threshold pathetically parading your thunder, see. Now get some twisters in the mix to optimize that cauldron's elemental diversity, make it more legitimate. And finally, tightrope over that shit walking the fine line between eloquence and verbosity.

        Or, simply, keep it clear-skied and unwindy. 

Your wand, your call.