Enveloped in the darkness/
One finds luminescence in the lightning/
Fearing the silence of the stilled storm/
You await the deafening cry of thunder/
A rumbling from the sky that ignites the senses/
The explosion makes expels the air from your lungs/
Breathless until the cool summer’s rain dances on your skin/
Cleansing you in the darkness of the storm/
Lightning sets the sky ablaze showing you vivid images/
A prophecy written in electricity/
Telling you to strike like lightning/
Cry out like thunder, and satisfy this dry reality like rain/
With every thunderbolt you are reborn/
We are all the children of the storm/

Poetic ice