Lightning

Just a little free verse poem I felt like putting up... I wrote this by flashlight from the unwanted shelter of my shed sometime in summer of 2004. That evening we had a brilliant display of lightning to go along with our wind and rain, and I spent quite a bit of time outside that night. I really needed an escape that night, so it felt like that storm was there just for me. Apart from sentimental value, the poem isn't really that good, but, surprisingly, it isn't angst-ridden. As a sidenote, I hate parts of my journal where I didn't bother to record anything because I was too messed up at the time.

Lightning
Lightning dances,
Just beyond my reach.
Wild and free,
Tauntingly
It plays across my dreams.
Thunder,
Lightning's twin,
Crashes all around,
The power and nerve
That runs beside its brother.
Rain,
My own twin,
Softly touches me,
Enveloping me in its arms,
Whispering comfort with its kiss.
I rest,
Listening and watching
As my friends come to sit with me.
I am grateful
For their sweet company.


I actually rewrote this and put it into my poetry packet almost two years later, so I guess I'll put that version here, too. I think this one is a bit better, but it has a pretty different tone. I should do a rewrite in the original tone sometime.

Storm
The midnight sky blazes to life,
white-burning lightning racing
across my vision.
The hushed air suddenly reverberates
as thunder envelops me, shaking
my insignificant frame.
My hot skin rejoices
as it feels the cool raindrops splash
into my red, swollen eyes
and mingle with my tears.


~Paul