Heavy and full, the dark clouds come together
Merging with one another, they grow to cover the sky
No hint of blue remains visible to the naked eye
As nature prepares to flaunt her talents
Small and big, bushy and pointed, the trees stand below
Huddled together in groups, connected through their roots
Entwined with grass, shrubs, plants, and mini mushrooms
They settle to enjoy the show and convey their pleasure
A faraway thunder is the only announcement
As slivery threads of light streak downward
The trees quiver in delight, though some wince in pain
It’s the stitch of nature, a temporary quilt of light and dark
White tendrils glare and blink out of sight
Seen and unseen before one even takes a breath
Sharing power, connecting the elements
Lightning strikes until the earth regains her lost strength
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Brief Backstory: Clouds, lightning, and thunderstorms are other favorites of mine, so they had to be in a poem. There's something so beautiful about watching a lightning strike!
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This post is a part of the Blogchatter
Half Marathon 2023.
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