Feared by many the thunderbolt strikes.
All take cover from electrical spikes!
The sky is dark with pain & fear…
Warning lights that sparkle clear.
Heavy air that constricts the brain,
Fertile water in a storm of rain.
Crashing down, the bolt stays lit…
Such power in the beauty of it.
But look at the ground where the bolt did fall…
The burning brings new life for all.
The ground is sodden, the rubbish cleared.
Not all the sparks were to be feared.
© The Secret Poetess, May 2017