Lightning;
I look at the sky,
It's so terribly dark.
From inside my house,
My dog starts to bark.
The rain begins falling,
Coming down on my face,
And all I can wonder is,
"Where is my place?"
I understand that,
Indoors, I should be.
And not outside where
Rain attacks me.
But it's pretty outside,
Including the rumble,
Of the thunder I hear,
And that's when I mumble,
"Yes! Here it comes",
And soon there will be,
The high voltage flash,
From which most people flee.
But me, I will stay,
For that glorious time,
And sitting with lightning,
Is it really a crime?
And yeah, I do know,
What can happen to me,
And yeah, I do know,
It's dead I can be.
But watching the storm,
I forget all of that,
I think that it's stellar,
Which is why, here I sat.
Eventually, it's finished,
Gone, finis, done.
I'll go back inside,
Into my room, I will run.
Because, trouble I don't want,
Just like the sun.
Might go and confine me,
If away I don't run.
So, to myself I will keep,
An everlasting thought,
How amazing that storm was,
And the lightning it brought.
completely minee*
caaseeyyy