In the heart of the storm, where shadows dance,
Lightning whispers secrets in a fleeting glance.
It carves the sky with streaks of silver light,
A momentary beacon in the blackened night.

The clouds are heavy with electric dreams,
Each bolt a story, unraveling at the seams.
It sings a song of power and release,
A celestial performance that will never cease.

The world below holds its breath in awe,
Captivated by the lightning’s raw draw.
Its brilliance etches patterns in the air,
A fleeting masterpiece, beyond compare.

With every flash, the universe seems to pause,
A silent witness to nature’s eternal cause.
In the dance of lightning, chaos and order merge,
A reminder of the beauty in every surge.