Lightning
September 23, 2021
Light blinds the sky in a violet hue
But something is askew ,
, There is no roaring rumble
No clashing thunder
The lightning is silent ,
A quiet warmth in the sky
, Today it fancies being hushed
Bright, gleaming, and shimmering
Truly a magical display
, It bounds across the sky in set intervals
Still, I feel dismayed
This has to be a dream ,
A fleeting moment of respite
, How cruel, giving something so beautiful
Only to take it away