a supernatural show of power
perhaps
or of anger, pride or fear
before the sound i hear
i'm enticed
staring through the
windows to see electric
pulses, staying in though,
knowing the power within
a strike, beholding the
sparks of concentrated light.
run while you're far away
homeward bound to keep you
safe but technology left astray
bodies wrapped up warm
natural preliminaries to a storm
sporadic outbreaks
split up the sky in jagged
marks so high and far from
the civilised, before I realised that

it has more control than we could ever harness
goodbye to the thoughts that nature's harmless

the waves wash over
the lightning strikes are over
in a daze
misty haze
sitting for days
it replays and replays
being struck by an imaginary hit of
energy
overwhelming me, the death of me
lies within the chaos caused by
the foreign natural enemy
when was I so frightened
or enlightened by lightning
the one I was so swayed by
has ended lives so
undoubtedly, in an moment,
before the regrets flash by
when one will die.

it's amazing
how something so distant
terminates in an instant
it looks so pretty, adorning grays
but plants terror in humans for many days

a/n: damn gotta spoil y'all now, I didn't keep my promise (sorry....). wp isn't syncing between my phone and laptop and it's just sbjsdh really frustrating. if you see this getting published twice, look past it lol

inspired by the extract from "Prelude" by William Wordsworth