The Perfect Storm

All hail the bringer of the thunder and the lightning
Who hails down a perfect storm of relentless ice nuggets
That evaporate from the heat of his blazing fastballs
Fearing their arrival without a glimpse or time for Sidd to flinch
They never hear the hum approach for the flash is much too fast
But there is no mistaking the Kkrackling thunder of the stinging catch
Or the call of the ump howling out "steeerriike thareeeee!"
As the reigning Prince of Asgaard rains all over their parade
His coronation won't begin until the clock strikes nine!
Twenty-seven battered rose and twenty-seven fell
When Thor twirled Mjolnir atop the pitcher's mound