The lightning flashes
And it illuminates, illuminates, illuminates
Everything.
Each object cloaked in darkness,
hidden by the night,
Invisible
but for that moment
when the lightning flashes
Then the thunder follows,
rolling across the land,
rumbling all it touches.
Even the cornerstone trembles--
ever so slightly--
As the thunder passes by.
And, as so often happens
when the lighting flashes and the thunder rolls,
The clouds weep.
Raindrops streak down windowpanes
and the outside world becomes
bleary
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photo credit: OneEighteen via photopin cc
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